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Sour Rice

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Sour Rice

# Scene 1 - INT Night # A small strip-mall sushi bar with a linoleum floor, one long counter, and a number of bar stools. A mop and bucket waits near one end of the counter, next to the exit from the chef's area. Behind the counter is a menu board above a fridge and a sink with a pull out faucet. The other walls have pictures of sushi on plates, signed photographs from big sushi restaurants, and one large surfboard secured to a ceiling corner by chains. SUSHI CHEF, stern middle-aged female with one arm gone at the shoulder, works behind the counter. There's not much to do this late, but while waiting for customers she stays busy washing and sharpening knives. A bell over the door DINGS as POLITICIAN enters, a middle-aged male wearing his best suit. Sushi Chef greets him and he smiles like a pro, then when she turns to check her rice, he selects his bar stool – closest to the door – and sits with a soft sigh. Sushi Chef Party of one? Politician (couldn't be more cheerful) They'll be

Lean - A Work From Home Future

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Lean - A Work From Home Future

When did jogging get easy? Okay, not easy - at some point these sweaty walks got faster, steadier and maybe even routine. The when doesn’t really matter. Now it’s easier than … work, even though I’ve been working way longer than jogging. But work will always be hard. Why else would they pay us to do it. I hustle along the empty sidewalk. The late-morning haze filters the sunlight to a distant warmth. A tiny mail car shoots down the empty street, slowing to about a third its speed going by me. Another streaks through an intersection far ahead. Factory identical houses go by one after another. Dirt lots, maybe an unk
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Prison of Magic - ch. 1

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Prison of Magic - ch. 1

All I wanted was some onion rings. Walking into a corner convenience store I did a quick check of the other customers. Some kids with flame red mohawks and leather jackets laughing at the magazine rack. One big guy in a bathrobe and shorts inspecting the beer fridges. A middle-aged guy in a gray janitorial jumpsuit standing in line for the register behind a woman buying about six jumbo-packs of toilet paper. Convenience store people. Toilet paper lady paid and walked for the door. I wandered to the back, narrowing in on the chip racks. A thin scream burst out. Picking my gaze up I saw jumpsuit guy waving a knife at the cashier and a wrist

Short - Bring Me Back To Life

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Short - Bring Me Back To Life

The floors were white and yellow linoleum. A wheelchair sat inside the doors with a small tank of air attached. Further down the hall, a waist-high sign promised free flu shots with a cartoon arm and a needle above the elbow. The needle looked a little too life-like. She stumbled and leaned on Joey. “Is it gettin' worse, baby?” He bent down to catch her and stared into her eyes. “The clinic has a cot. You're afraid of doctors, right? Maybe, uh, close your eyes for the next bit.” She squeezed her eyelids together, focusing on the pounding of her head. Joey took her arm and together they staggered onward, him leading

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Backward Steps Meditation

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Backward Steps Meditation

You take a backward step through a gold-green, waving field. Everyone you have ever known stands in front of you to watch you go. Looking only at them you place another foot back, the sun beating down. Your bare soles press down dry grass and into hard soil. Still moving backwards you enter a crowd, all strangers to your eyes. Some greet you with easy smiles, others jeer and contort their faces. You rub shoulders with, bump against and careen off their bodies. Exiting the crowd, your feet discover a steady pace and a new direction. The sound of flowing water grows from the softest burble. A stream appears from behind, perpendicular to your

A Transfer of Moral Rightness

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A Transfer of Moral Rightness

Transfer of Moral Rightness -- If person A believes idea X and feels X is very morally justified, then A will (1) transfer that moral rightness to themselves and (2) sometimes transfer that moral rightness to related idea Y -- If person A convinces person B of the moral justification of idea X, then B will be easier to convince when A says (1) idea Y is morally justified or (2) any idea Z is morally unjustified # I was born biologically female. But the prenatal neural scans revealed an inclination toward the hard sciences, a higher capability for spatial math skills, less social empathy and that I wouldn’t cry when hit. In other wor

Thoughts on Air Master

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Thoughts on Air Master

By the end of Episode 5 of the anime Air Master you will have watched an adult man physically assault a high school girl. He starts the episode by grabbing her hand, rubbing her ear and complimenting her looks. This is worth discussing. First a quick synopsis of the anime so far. The setting is inner city Tokyo. Thugs in tank tops and baggy jeans hang out in back alleys fighting each other with special moves and no rules. Our heroine Maki is one of these street fighters, the titular Air Master. As a former gymnastic champion her street fighting style consists of jumping ridiculously high, falling with style, grappling, spinning and hitting h

Specificity in Gender Journalism

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Specificity in Gender Journalism

Words are different because they mean different things. Different words, even the closest of synonyms, can have different connotations and connected meanings. The words man, male and masculine are different just as woman, female and feminine are different. Male and female refer to sex, one's biological designation at birth. Masculine and feminine refer to gender, one's presentation socially. Male and female do not refer to gender, while masculine and feminine do not refer to sex; both sets are strict in their usage. Man and woman (and the plurals men and women) can refer to either sex or gender. Like the words human or people, they are broad

Boats Have Wings

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Boats Have Wings

Departing morning shores Boats form ripples Rings spreading outward Bright bait smells Fishing rods arc Hooks fly away Bobbers dive under Small talk stops Spinning reels click Nets scoop water Hands tie thread Fish circle buckets Boats turn home Cut through water Wings open behind
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Pokemon: the Risen - E1 - HTML

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Pokemon: the Risen - E1 - HTML

Chapter 0 This time around, things are going to be different. The usual narrator is away and I'll be filling in. Don't worry, I follow his rules, mostly; just a brief introduction and then let the story tell itself. But I should warn you, I don't see this world the way he does. Things will be different, definitely so; I like to think a little realism will go a long way toward making things more interesting. Reality bites, but is all the more wondrous for it. We begin our adventure listening only to night's dry heat. It's too hot for the Kricketots to be still playing and even the Zubats and Hoothoots have gone to roost early. The only creat

Dreamscrape

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Dreamscrape

A sword appears in his hand, a coal-black blade that didn't exist moments before. The surface shines of obsidian depths, as if the sword is not a sword, as if it is far more than a sword. He turns the sword at various angles to inspect it, examines the thin jagged crack that runs the length, checks the leather-wrapped handle to make sure it isn't loose – all the while avoiding the eyes of the other person in the dim windowless box of a room. She in turn only has eyes for the stone slab in the room's center, an alter to some half-remembered ritual. The surface, worn smooth by time and slightly inset, has been stained at the very center w

High War - Chapter 0

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High War - Chapter 0

The small creature, no bigger than a badger, pulls a hefty twig from the sack on its mossy backside. It has many more to chose from, including those to be found on the ground around it, but this twig alone is held up for appraisal in the scant sunlight that reaches down through the treetops. Heft is roughly measured, the straightness is deemed satisfactory and one stumpy protrusion near the end seems to particularly fascinate the creature. And if the creature had not been moving around so purposefully, it might itself be confused for a mess of sticks and leaves animated by some odd wind. Its skin has the look of bark, with a soft moss-like fu

My Mind of Murder - E1

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My Mind of Murder - E1

Chapter 1 "Ready? Steady … Fight!" The stands must hold some billions of spectators, world populations seated in a space that questions sanity, tier upon tier of them screaming bloody murder at the two combatants. When one tier of stands has reached far back enough to make viewing the arena impossible due to the sheer distances involved, another tier sits above it, and another and another. Each successive tier is a little higher and a little more sloped, creating a hemispheric dome completed by a small circular glass platform at the very pinnacle for fans to watch down through. The fans in the upper sections must be buckled in, or usin

Family Matters - E1

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Family Matters - E1

INT. FAMILY HOME KITCHEN – MORNING AT SUNRISE Warm kitchen that serves as the central location of the Family house, comfortably cluttered counters but all have recently been tidied and wiped clean. FATHER sits in his favorite chair at the head of the small dinner table, he sips his coffee and places dry cereal food before BABY in the nearby high chair. Father is a somewhat-bald man in his early forties, Baby is at most a year old. The creak as the kitchen's door opens causes Father to snatch up a section from the newspaper, previously a coaster for his drink. DAUGHTER enters the kitchen slowly, a girl of around twelve. She wears her nor

Request - The Wish Granter (part 1)

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Request - The Wish Granter (part 1)

“WISH GRANTER!” The burly man waves a thick wooden staff back and forth, knocking against the close-set trees and making a racket. “Come out wish granter, come out and grant my wish!” The large group of humans with him all shake their heads in despair, knowing the legendary forest spirit won't come out with all this noise. “Wish granter, my cause is just and my need dire!” The deep forest around him doesn't answer, and the only movement is the dappled ever-shifting shadows from the sun and trees. “Grant me the power I need to fulfill my desire, or … ,” the large man pauses, thinking, and

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Page 1 - VV's story

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Page 1 - VV's story

The story changes depending on who you ask. Ask the proud Shoanti chieftain, he will say he snuck into the largest Chelaxian estate he could find and stole right from under the noses of an army of corpulent guards its most valued treasure, which turned out to be the eldest daughter of the baron living there. Ask the free-spirited Chelaxian heiress, she will tell you the most handsome man in the world came into her room one night and swept her away from a dreary world of stifling balls and haughty politics, not to mention the most disgusting marriage proposer she had ever laid eyes on. Ask most any gossipy local who heard about the incident th
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I love Anime and writing. Someday I'd like to write the scripts for original animation but for now I'm a writer-in-training creating worlds and characters and telling stories with them for my amusement. I'm always searching for people to collaborate with, especially visual artists; if you read something here that inspires you, I'd like to see what you make of it, or work together on something new. And I'm here to learn and help others learn. I want advice on how I can improve, I take on prompts and requests to sharpen my writing skills, and if you'd like a critique or some proofreading you only have to ask.

My 2020 Avatar is the creation of MissMonie, a friend who writes and illustrates various things. She made me a spell book and potion bottle, because as far as she knows I mainly write epic fantasy. But I write modern fantasy too ...

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Happy Birthday cobrateen Rainbow Cream Cake with candles 50x50 icon Happy B-day Muffin you have a party hat   
CobrateenHobbyist Writer
Tanks Shrug emoji 
MedniexStudent General Artist

Hey! Thank you for the fav on my animation! :boogie:

CobrateenHobbyist Writer
Thank you for creating some cool animation! Steven Universe Finger Guns 
Sonicdude645Student Traditional Artist
Thank you for the Badge!!
CobrateenHobbyist Writer
No problem and thanks for the return llama!
Sonicdude645Student Traditional Artist
You're very welcome!!