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  1. Can I get some Science with my Fiction?

    [Copied and pasted from my external blog. Please do take a look, I try to update every few days]

    This sort of follows on from my "In Defence of Genre" post, so you might like to take a look at that first.

    But anyway, I've been thinking about what precisely science-fiction is. It covers a great deal of subgenres, some of which I've written in. But the fundamental idea behind it is in the name, I think. Science-fiction. Equal measures of ...

    Updated May 31st, 2010 at 11:57 AM by Banzai

    Tags: realism, sci-fi
  2. The Current State of Music...

    ...in America, that is.

    [3:34 PM, Atlanta, GA. A small room in the East Wing of the now, slightly demolished parliament building.]

    "Hi, I'm from the American-Norwegian Musical Library Society of America."

    "Uh huh, nice to meet you... I guess. You know that title makes absolutely no sense, right?"

    "Well, yes, we were going more for eccentricity with the title than logic."

    "I see. It's ...
    Tags: epic, win
  3. Really Tiny Small Talk

    I'm paraphrasing here, mind you, for style, but mostly for everyone's patience:

    "I have this friend, well, work acquaintance, really -- told her about the time I punched a shark in the nose. Strangely enough, I had her going, until she asked me where I was when in happened -- on the spot now, what do I spit out -- really stammering -- Vanuatu! I didn't believe it myself. She asked me where that was and I tried to give her a geographical reference (something about the Mariana ...

    Updated May 20th, 2010 at 07:54 AM by Eiji Tunsinagi

  4. Looking for....

    ....Someone to start a collab story. I write erotic, violence, horror, action and supernatural themes. If you're interested please PM me.
  5. To Chaya....31 years and three children

    Quote Originally Posted by Tim Hall Johnides View Post
    To Chaya

    Jealous moon
    Sneaking in my night window
    to touch the woman of your longing

    Caress her face with love
    The aging lines of her eyes
    Her mouth and lips
    The signs of passing years
    That you have been without

    Her highlights dance up
    To meet your touch
    As they once did
    Along the path you illuminated

    Reveling in her every step
    Her laugh and joy
    the brightness
  6. Batter UP

    Albuquerque-The Isotopes won 4-2 over the Round Rock Express in a game that was more eventful than the score would indicate. Playing at home, the Albuquerque nine had loaded the bases with the score tied and one out, in the bottom of the seventh. Switch-hitting shortstop Miguel Guerra lined a rope to the left of setup man Oscar Herrera. Herrera reached out with his glove hand and deflected the ball to Round Rock shortstop George Calabria, who grabbed it and threw in the direction of first ...
  7. Introduce Yourself

    Hello, my name is Irene and I was raised on Long Island. I started writing at age nine. I now live in upstate New York and I am working on 3 separate novels. I write paranormal mysteries, romance mystery and fantasy.
  8. ordinary morning

    Our baby daughter cries; it is 5:30 a.m. My turn, so I rise early and go to her, hobbling so I don't put weight on my broken toe. She is half-asleep, but her diaper is puffy with a nightful of urine. I deftly lift her and carry her to the changing table, change her and return her to the crib. She is still fussy, probably hungry, so I limp out to the refrigerater. The bottle of formula I prepared last night is still there. I return to her room and she swallows a few ounces before falling asleep again. ...
  9. On Excessive Beauty

    It seems like it's my business, this whole trouble of beauty and things that are beautiful. I mean, I can't go outside without being blinded by sunlight through leaves, glinting this and that, distant scents (fresh cut grass, lingering cigarette smoke from that odd neighbor, the smell I think I can write that an odorless wind might have, etc) -- and for what?

    What am I supposed to do with this, this, with my day? What... this? Does a blog qualify beauty? If I choose not to blog... ...
    Tags: ambiguity, beauty
  10. Stop Killing Yourself

    Quote Originally Posted by Eiji Tunsinagi View Post
    I do think you’re nice, who told you I don’t? You come around, I come around -- you know how these things are. We don’t have to talk, now, do we? There is light and wind and all that good stuff, we’re in the city, it’s bright, there’s the sound of a horn or pothole in your rear view mirror and oh -- now we’re driving.

    So of course I think you’re nice. I’m in your car now. I don’t ride with strangers, and I don’t hang out with meanies so that means you must be nice. Anyone who
    Tags: life, love
  11. An old joke rewritten

    Quote Originally Posted by The Backward OX View Post
    Two Mexicans are stuck in the desert, wandering aimlessly and close to death. They are close to just lying down and waiting for the inevitable, when all of a sudden...

    “Hey Pepe, do you smell what I smell? Ees bacon, I is sure of eet.”

    “Si, Luis, eet smells like bacon to meee.”

    So with renewed strength, they struggle off up the next sand dune, and there, in the distance, is a tree, just loaded with bacon. There's raw bacon, dripping with moisture… fried
  12. The Dark InSpectre, episode 3

    Episode 3 of In Plain Sight, the new story arc of The Dark InSpectre, is now online, in which our hero makes a special new friend.

    Here's an excerpt:
    I risked a quick scan, trying to get some sense of him. What I got made my skin crawl. It was like breathing in something greasy and foul. Oily tendrils of thought slid up against my shields and I started feeling lightheaded and dull. I shook my head, locked down my senses and waited for the sensations to pass.

    What ...
  13. A Good Fight's Just Like an Air Freshener

    So we argued.
    And you were transported
    on high,
    by a cloud
    of seething testosterone.

    The Lord and Master days
    are gone.
    So climb down
    from your throne-
    it's a much shorter trip
    than you think.

    I promise you,
    the sight of your ex- servant
    on her knees
    before you,
    will be much better
    from down here.

    Updated May 21st, 2010 at 05:01 AM by Gumby

  14. Dry Your Eyes, Mate

    The tears that have been spilled on my counter are countless.
    I wrote that in a story once.

    If I sit here and think, for a moment, about all the customers I have seen cry, there's a great big messy montage of me handing tissues out. To Maggie, to Moiretta, to Mrs. Burke. To Lee, to Linda, to the woman with the black eye in her customer photo.
    To so many more than that.

    To the woman whose son was covered in cigarette burns thanks to the teenagers at the ...
  15. Make the Connection Mr. Obvious

    Make the Connection Mr. Obvious

    Have you talked to her lately?
    You know,
    that lady who birthed your children?
    The one who sits beside you
    when you're driving around town
    paying bills, and banking.

    You probably thought
    it was just the speaker rattling
    in your car-
    that annoying, scratchy sound,
    the one you just tune out
    and think,
    “I'll have to fix that someday.” ...

    Updated May 9th, 2010 at 04:54 AM by Gumby

  16. Strangers Hate Me

    Hate me once, shame on you. Hate me twice, probably just a coincidence.
    Hate me three times?.. What the hell am I doing wrong?

    There must be something about my conduct, or my face, or my essence - that some people just can't stand.
    The other night I was pulling into the supermarket parking lot, it was after 6pm and it was dark.
    A man was lurking in between cars, playing the invisible pedestrian game.
    As I pulled into the lot, I stopped to let him walk ...

    Updated May 7th, 2010 at 03:48 PM by Like a Fox

  17. Pine Tree Lucidity

    For my dad, who just turned 83. Happy Birthday Dad!

    Pine Tree Lucidity

    Dad says his favorite dream place
    is beneath his old pine tree.
    While leaning back against the bark,
    he hears wind symphonies.

    I watch him from the window-
    his eyes closed, his face serene.
    His life-worn shoulders rounded,
    rough hands resting near his knees.

    There's a secret in his stillness,
    a something, I can't see; ...

    Updated April 4th, 2018 at 11:26 PM by Gumby

  18. Alton Brown's ribs

    Ok, born out of a slightly creepy discusson in the Dinner thread, I'm going to write about a guy who kidnaps Alton Brown and cooks his ribs. While Alton is forced to watch, and even eat his own ribs. I bet he regrets making that recipie now.
  19. Scrap of an unfinished Literary Maneuver entry


    Eric slipped from slumber to wakefulness gently, and he snuggled tighter against Nate’s nakedness. He imagined they were alone together, just the two of them.

    Savoring the fantasy, Eric rubbed his fingers lightly over Nate's smooth skin. The ring on his little finger hit something with a dull metallic click. Eric opened his eyes. The faint light of a thousand distant streetlights from the hillside a half mile away illuminated the bed. In the half-light, Eric ...
  20. Is That The Worst You Can Do part two

    More or less adult content disclaimer:the following story is extremely bad, and also contains some scenes of a not-so-graphic but sort of sexual nature.

    Blimpetto toiled in his workshop, day and night, working on his newest creation. Little by little, the small wooden toy took shape. He had a little hat and pointed ears and apple cheeks and big blue eyes and a short round nose atop a chunky little body and ...
  21. Is That the Worst You Can Do?

    A selection of intentionally bad writings.


    It was a dark and stormy night, like many other dark and stormy nights.

    The sun had gone down, and there was wind and rain. But this night was different.

    Creatures scurried furtively through the underbrush, running away from the presence that had appeared there in the woods.

    A tongue appeared at the corner of Loupe's mouth as she ran, wind-whipped branches flaying her alabaster
  22. Color Of The Earth

    Color of The Earth-Frances Ayers

    Beautiful color of the Earth,that I do love.
    You strike my senses and fill my soul with glee.
    Your vibrant hues fill the lovely sky above,
    And bring out the autumn color of the trees.

    Your pumpkin hues and copper shades fill the fields.
    Deserts bright and Midwest skies stun our sight.
    With glorius light that brightens and yields.
    You warm me with your healing touch so bright.

    Yet your fire
    Tags: earth
  23. Thirty Winters Ago

    Thirty Winters Ago

    It’s been thirty years since we laid you to rest on a winter day
    The Ground covered with snow,forming a blanket where you’d lay

    Wind rustling through trees,calling out your name as If In prayer
    Mother you died so young!,I thought holding back a tear.

    We chose a concrete vault to keep you safe from the cold
    As we bowed our heads in prayer,It was your story that we told

    Someone who suffered since youth,from pain
    Tags: remembrance
  24. Unseen Presence

    Unseen Presence-by Frances Ayers

    When life becomes hurried and choices are unclear,
    there is an unseen Presence who will surely get us there.

    We may not reach our destiny,at our chosen time
    but there is someone wiser whose help we’ll always find.

    He’ll give us hope to find our path,a light to guide the way.
    His Strength will pull us up the hill and help us see the day.

    He knows the road is rough,he’s been there long before.
    Tags: faith
  25. As Ol As The Sea

    As Old As The Sea

    Deep and mysterious
    With an endless roar
    Lies the ancient sea
    With its’ mystical lore

    What creatures you hold
    You harbor such secrets
    Rich stories you’ve told

    Both complex and moody
    In storm or breeze
    Showing a Clear blue face
    Man sails across with ease

    Deep within its depths
    Lay cradle and grave
    A final resting place ...
    Tags: sea
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