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Posted 01/28/11 - 9:34 AM:
Subject: Written just to write.
I propose a thread for writings written with nothing else to do. Out of boredom. Or (insert topic title)

Once to stay,
twice the smell of mice,
of kids,
of rows of skid
marks.
Loused heads, dinosaur roars,
laughing howls of joy,
extacy, an almost unsolvable mystery.
The Big True Azure Alure.
Not a smile walks by without a day;
even if it might, or even if it may even seem,
like bad, even dreams;
Brains and sub-concious make your arch enemies, Nemesi's Teams.
And this goes nowhere.
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Posted 01/31/11 - 12:13 AM:

It was Saturday afternoon at the neurosurgery post-op ICU. I looked at my watch; I knew Phil would be waiting up for me after he finished his shift at the Townsberg Taco Bell. But something extraordinary was happening today. In about fifteen minutes, Dr. Stammich would be wrapping up a ground-breaking surgical procedure, one never attempted in the history of humankind. One which took the brain and spinal cord out of a human being dying of cancer, and implanted them into an artificial, bionic body.

Stammich had told me I was free to go home hours before, but of course, how could I?

"dont wait up for me", I texted Phil.

"eh u know i have nothign better 2 do" was his reply. "n e way todd isnt even here yet. so u know ill be here a while."

Phil, who had been my best friend almost my entire life, was really the last thing on my mind at that moment. I guess I kind of feel bad admitting that, like maybe I should have cared more about him or something, at least more than I cared some random robot person whom I didn't even really know. I mean, especially since Phil's parents passed away. I know I'm really all he has. But at this very moment, I felt like I was living a page right out of a science fiction novel, and I couldn't really find it in my heart to care about anything else. In about half an hour, I would meet the world's first brain transplant cyborg, Tim Nemesi. More than anything else in the whole world, I wanted to be there when he woke up. I wondered what his first words would be.

[to be continued. feel free to add pieces of your own to the story. could be connected, doesn't have to be. or don't. writing just to write.]
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Posted 02/01/11 - 5:15 PM:

Phil rested at a local cafe while he waited for Edie to get off from work. He emptied a packet of raw sugar and some milk into the usual, a small Assam black tea.

All the while he thought about his life, Edie and life in general. He felt a great depression in his belly which acted as counterweight to a set of bells housed in his head. When the counterweight moved down, as it often did when he reflected on his work situation, he'd have to listen to the ringing of some unpleasant thoughts.

The mundane chatter of Phil's mind was about making ends meet but it soon transgressed into the realms of the idealistic. By inwardly appealing to the way the world ought to be, as a humanist philosopher, he could momentarily absolve himself of the guilt and shame of his own life. Phil fantasized that most others secretly believed that there was something wrong with the world, that there must exist great collective belief in the edification of humanity. In order for such a belief to find expression people would just need to be more open with each other and trust more often.


Edited by Nihil Loc on 02/03/11 - 9:29 PM
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Posted 02/03/11 - 6:03 PM:

Phil dreamed of an ideal collective belief in the inherent value of all peoples, regardless of life circumstance. Everyone would naturally bear the impulse to help those they came into contact with. A world engulfed in a perfect altruism took hold in him. This vision would quake under the immense strain of Phil's sense of reality, a depressing strife of classes amidst wasteful consumerisms.

Thus began the habitual storm of an unreal reality, a finite ordering of facts born of chemical imbalance. It bled into and chewed at his Phil's ideal. Factual snapshots of suffering in the city ballooned into vision.

The woman from his Sunday visit to the Chinese district represented a sad truth. A sour odor of weeks old sweat mixed with damp signs of incontinence. A laborious and painful looking gait. The toughness of her life glimpsed in her ragged, leathery face. Across the way, a youthful family of immaculate brilliance, all enclosed in the ubiquitous frame of an uncanny media wealth. The surfaces of celebrity television juxtaposed aside a disheveled alien counterpart.

Phil stopped himself and new pictures came into view: seabirds eating plastic; ants converged at the edge of a drop of honey in some urban coffee house; whales at sea, breaching.




Edited by Nihil Loc on 02/06/11 - 7:49 PM
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Posted 02/04/11 - 2:49 PM:

The immortal beings convened, as they usually did, in the 39th temporal quadrant of the place only known to some, in fact very few, as the Big True Azure Alure.

"I think you should take Phil this time," said Olchre.

"I already have," said Min. "A million times, I already have."

Olchre snorted deeply in riotous laughter. "I think Phil would disagree." Slowly, the whipping, aquacious ripples of Olchre's being began to settle, until all was quiet once again. Olchre leaned forward. "I think I would disagree as well."

"Fine," said Min. "Have it your way. I will take Edie, then."

Travolta shifted meekly. "Ahem. Ahem. Listen, Min. I think you'll need Corino before you can take Edie."
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Posted 02/06/11 - 8:56 PM:

Min stirred the black waters of the grotto well with her right hand while reciting the 26th incantation of the Lunar glyph. The well's surface became placid as it began to glow with a pale fire of moonlight.

She closed her eyes and the dream vision flowed through her.

She was transported to the abode of Sauritoss, the ancient dwelling place of a little known deceased god. Min had been studious enough in her apprenticeship days to learn the minor crests (names) of the 7000 lesser deities. She had never had dealings before with this domain but could recall some of the aspects of Sauritoss.

The lunar glyph would give her some bearing on his nature: a secondary reflective power of biding and basking under the light of a major star. A dead god, according to the vernacular, could mean a few things. Primarily it meant the absence of a stable or recognizable avatar or agent of representation. Sauritoss had been stable once, anthropocentric, full of language, presence, memory and intelligence. Gods whose actions could not longer be verified within the greater context of cause and effect sanction fell into the dead category. Some had definite signs of their work, while others (the dead ones) would often have none. The territory of dead gods also tend to have no intelligent life in them. "Reason dies with death," was an apt saying she remembered from her studious days.

The remaining question in Min's mind was the possible danger of lingering in domain of a dead God. It meant he was in some way invisible to her, a lurking shadow that may potentially appear in random acts of benign fortune or accidental harm. Dominion (territory) was the best indication of who might be working her: Sauritoss is most probable within the limits of the Sauritoss domain but as impersonal and untraceable force.


Edited by Nihil Loc on 02/06/11 - 11:46 PM
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Posted 02/08/11 - 2:10 AM:

Tim was stretched out on the hospital bed, sleeping. He had woken up for a bit, a while ago. Dr. Stammich was there for that. Tim wasn't doing too well. He started hyperventilating as soon as he woke up; he said he was having a panic attack. Dr. Stammich had explained it was the trauma of severing so many of his nerves from the nerve roots in his spine; it would take a little while for them to adjust to the new body. Dr. Stammich administered heavy doses of morphine and told Tim to rest.

I looked at the clock. It was 10:17pm. I wondered how long Phil had sat around waiting for me. There's nothing to feel bad about, I lectured myself. You told him not to wait up. But I knew he had. Twinges of guilt clawed inside my chest.

Tim shifted in bed. I moved closer to see if he was awake. He sensed my presence and turned his head toward me, opening his eyes, slowly.

"Who are you?" he said, drowsily.

"I'm Edie, one of the ICU nurses here. We met before, remember? Oh, no? Oh. Well, we met briefly, before, when you first woke up."

"How long have I been out of surgery?"

I looked at my watch. "About 6 hours."

"I was having weird dreams."

"What about?"

"Other universes."

"Really? What were they like?"

"They were like fruits, growing on a massive tree. Ours was one that had fallen onto the ground and was rotting in a pile of manure."

A nervous laugh. "Oh, don't worry. That's probably just the morphine."

"Morphine?"

"Because of the pain... of your nerves being severed. Um... would you like me to page Dr. Stammich?"

"No, that's alright... I'm alright. Feeling no pain right now." He turned his head away from me and rested it back on the pillow. "I just remembered something else. I was dreaming... I dreamed that I was a dead god. I think I still am, actually."

I half-smiled, sheepishly. "I don't know what that means. You probably won't either, after the morphine wears off."

He startled me by taking my hand, and looked me sternly in the eye. For a moment I felt frightened, his grasp gentle but firm. I resisted the urge to pull my hand away. "Edie," he said. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
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Posted 02/12/11 - 1:15 AM:

The thunder of a voice escaped across the void.

"Timothy," it said.

Tim could feel himself, his body in this void, as he spoke. Words were the immediate evidence of the body he could not see. Each word pulsed like a wave heartbeats radiating from a vast core.

"I'm alive," he said, not knowing whether he was speaking or thinking it. Dimly, lights were coming into view. Two blue stars grew out of the darkness.

"They are your eyes," came a voice.

"They are my eyes, also," Tim replied.

Tim spoke naturally, "I'm two?"

"You are," said the voice. "You are dual."

A strange memory of myth entered into his being. There was youth looking into a pool at a reflection and echoes of a voice from a gully.

While there was recognition of himself in each voice there was also alien disparity. He was in one and not the other. He was in the other when not in the one.

"How could I be and not be myself?"

Then it resounded, unmistakeably an echo.

"How could I be and not be myself?"





Edited by Nihil Loc on 02/12/11 - 1:32 AM
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Posted 02/15/11 - 12:48 AM:

I'm not really sure how Phil took it when I told him the news of me being pregnant. I mean, he just sort of stared blankly at me for a while. I think maybe he had other things on his mind. "Aren't you going to ask me who the father is?" I said.

Phil cleared his throat. "Do you want me to?"

"Aren't you curious at all?"

"Um. I guess. Okay. Who's the father?"

"It's Tim."

"The robot dude? You fucked the robot guy?"

"No, um... it was artificial insemination. The sperm was taken from his corpse."

"Jesus Christ, Edie. Please tell me you didn't break into the morgue..."

"Of course not! Jeez, Phil! It was done with Tim's full knowledge and consent!"

"Okay, wow. I'm not even going to try to pretend to understand what any of this is about."

"Well you don't need to understand anything, okay? It was mine and Tim's decision, it has very little to do with you. It's not like I expect you to raise the kid. I'm only telling you because you're my friend."

"Yeah. Okay. Can we change the subject, please?" It was hard for me to tell what Phil was upset about, if he was even upset. Maybe he just didn't care at all, I don't know. I sat there wishing he would say something more. But he just stared off into the distance, as if watching a television that wasn't turned on.

"Come on, Phil. Can't you be happy for me?"
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Posted 02/27/11 - 2:31 AM:

Min often languished at the whims of nostalgia, dreaming of whispers which robbed the sanity of otherwise rational beings. At this particular moment, she was remembering an unforgettable man she had met on 21st century Earth, by the name of Hardis Fale. He was unforgettable, not because of the way he touched her forearm with his left index finger while he was talking, and not because of his proficiency in 23 languages, nor because she had met him a few millennia before at a cocktail party in the Big True Azure Alure. No, he was unforgettable because he carried Corino, and Corino was precisely what she needed in order to put that smug, smelly Olchre into his rightfully humbled place.

And now Olchre had Nemesi, which changed the stakes of the game quite unsatisfactorily. Polarizing Tim was a sheer stroke of genius, she had to admit. Any fool could tell you that not everyone would survive the mind-splitting intensity of the controversial process; it revealed clearly that the venom of a dead God coursed through his veins. But which one? Was it Sauritoss, the so-called Sentient Serpent? She fell helpless once again to the twisting waves of her insatiable memory. Unsighted colors danced behind her eyes, compelling her to recapture the Lunar glyph, reminding her to die.

Edited by libertygrl on 02/27/11 - 6:53 PM
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Posted 03/01/11 - 3:39 PM:

The writer's block had become an intimidating form, a dark armored figure on a hollow horse, brandishing a sword.

"Ha! Flee for your life you scum! Just try and stack the facts without ruining the semi coherent fabric. You stand on the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and you will fall from sense, plunging this story into ruin. I will destroy you before that happens."

The writer clenched his pen with fury. "I am the god here, false knight. I make you as you are and I can wipe you from the face of the page."

"Just try, latrine scum. Wherever you strike me down I will rise up as a wall, an obstruction, no matter what form I take." The knight rose up in his saddle and let go a burst of flatulence.

The writer caught wind of the knight's unsavory flavor. The figment was a distraction, a figure like a chasm, or rather a wall which he would have to vault some time or another. If not now then when, he thought. Why a bothersome cheese-cutting knight?



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