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The Waning (FFM July 18 2019)
I had once heard the daily ringing of bells tolling thanks, but now their crowded cacophony echoed in my sleep: demands to know what is it I truly wanted, why my gifts, too, had limits. I became as them to hear their varied voices sing their praises for many gifts given limitlessly, but no more now plays a bard on every street to sing my graces, no more now.
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Wrapped Up in You (FFM 5, 2019)
“Well… Andy, I just think that you need to go to college. It’s, well, it’s important. I mean, come on man, your dad’s an engineer and your mom’s a professor. You’re, I dunno, *born* to go to college. Come on, you can’t just decide you’re going to sit here and build robots, sit in your damn garage all day. I don’t want to see you end up nowhere.” “What makes you so certain I’m going to end up going nowhere, Micha? I’m sick and tired of nobody taking a chance on my crazy ideas. Taking the same path as everyone else doesn't lead to innovation! You don’t di
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The Mariner's News (FFM 4, 2019)
Along the boardwalk down to the beach, there was a small open-walled, wooden hut where onlookers could see the waves and the lifeguard shack over the dune foliage. Underneath this open-walled hut, the bottom of which seemed to be completely closed off thanks to the tight, Lincoln-log-esque build of the wooden slats that comprised the structure, there was what appeared to be a tiny hammock made up of a gum wrapper and an even tinier fire settling in against the oncoming night. Against the flickering flames, onlookers would be able to see enamel pins and plastic-covered buttons pinned into the wood, like portraits in any old home, and painted p
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The Blind Escape (FFM 3, 2019)
What had happened last week in the forest? This question rang through Axel’s mind as she struggled against the leather bindings in the dark truck, attempted to contract all her limbs, contorting this way and that, but to no avail— it was as if they’d been designed just for her (they had been, in fact). Unlike the other people in her tribe, Axel didn’t have night vision, so in the back of this truck, she was as good as blind… a fact that only made her struggle more. What did these people want with her? She drew in a sharp breath; the struggling had caused her to fall to the floor of the moving van. Think, think… she rested her forehead and cheek against the cold metal and focused on her breathing. She recounted some of the little she had managed to see: They wore hoods, wore large jewels on their foreheads, had some kind of blue oyster shells in hand. Those. They had fired some kind of light at her. Had the light trapped her? She used the metal to push her goggles back over her eyes
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Fukushima: Japan's Underrated Hidden Gem (FFM 2)
"Why Fukushima is Japan's Most Underrated Hidden Gem" Was the disaster really that bad? Are elderly Fukushima residents really returning home for altruistic reasons? Does nuclear radiation really have health benefits? Yes. Yes it does. For years, people have believed that radiation causes higher instances of cancer and other health risks, but the truth is one that the governments at large do not want you to know. The truth is this: the Japanese Government is sitting on one of the largest pools of radioactive water ever created, and there are known benefits that exposure to radiation promises. Eyewitnesses have seen Kim Jong-il and Donald Tr
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She Likes Them Big-Brained [FFM 1, 2019]
“So when, exactly, did you start having these strange, er, cravings, Mrs. Crane?” “Brains…” Mrs. Crane whispered, leaning in towards Doctor Cog and putting a hand on his tozy white lab coat. Doctor Cog pulled away from her again and looked to Mr. Crane with a raised eyebrow. “Well then, Mr. Crane, when did you first notice your wife wanting… brains, then?” “Brains?!” Mrs. Crane asked, suddenly looking a bit more present. “This morning, sir. It happened very rapidly after she woke up. She applied this new, very expensive face cream that she just picked up the evening
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Read This and She Will Find You [FFM 30, 2018]
The visions started as summer was blooming when I was nine years old, and at first I only took note of the red hair, the extended hand, the dirt beneath those fingernails… it was this way for a long time, but slowly she began to emerge as I aged. By the time I was twelve, I could see her skull: it was the color of gleaming opal, teeth jutting out just beneath the leaves of dreams that had obscured her from me for so long. I was no longer scared of the fact that she was there, but that she seemed to be getting closer. Around my fifteenth birthday, I could see her shining forehead, the bubbles resting so perfectly upon its highest point
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The Alien That Wanted a Shell [FFM 29, 2018]
All she wanted was a shell that was in tact, but every single one was chipped or missing pieces. As they passed her, she pressed her face to the glass, trying to keep up with the stream of them, sweeping past in rivulets on the concrete. The shells sparkled, but every single one of them was damaged in some way: missing hope, missing love, missing trust… some absolutely shattered. But then, a small one with a perfectly round shape. It was being pushed along in some sort of contraption by another… how could such a perfect thing be entrusted to such a cracked and shattered being? She scoffed, pulling up her ReLocator Device. That
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Who Built The Worshippers? [FFM 28, 2018]
Now this would have made a fascinating anthropology end-of-term research project: the men were on one side of the room, and the women on the other, each bowing and placing a bowl on the ground and twisting rags to release the green liquid from their raggedy cotton grasps in perfect sync. Brooke wished she understood them, but her Kicks weren’t working. She tapped the shoes on the stone behind her, hoping to knock some sense into them, but zilch... She didn’t want to check the battery either, because the people here didn’t seem to have anything in the way of technology, and the shoes would surely beep if she attempted it! So
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The Sixth Great Lake (Flash Fic.) [FFM 25, 2018]
The yellow puddle extended around the back of the table and into the crisp, white trim of the counter. As Lynn entered into the kitchen, she dropped the large paper sack onto the table, the groceries letting out a small thud. “Shit,” she griped, beginning to complain of her forthcoming company, how difficult it was to get rid of the smell of dog piss from the wood, and mostly of how she wish the dog could be let out into the nearest intersection. “What’s wrong?” Her older sister Nichole said as she too came up the stairs. “Don’t step there!” Lynn snapped, pointing to the other counter that se
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How an Idea Becomes Real [FFM 31, 2018]
Dearest Lethroi, Our love has become a brine lake in my heart; I know you said you musn’t continue to seek me, but what am I without you now? If you asked, I would provide you with what it is you seek— you needn’t swim into the castle and take our greatest treasure, for I would give it willingly. Longing to be the air in your gills, ~ Princess Arestelli Princess, Forgive my delay, for I stole the octopus ink and robbed a gardner for kelp upon which to reassure you of my love. Please hold out—the treasure I seek rests not within any castle: Your heart is the greatest thing I should ever aspire to steal; your body is
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Read This and She Will Find You [FFM 30, 2018]
The visions started as summer was blooming when I was nine years old, and at first I only took note of the red hair, the extended hand, the dirt beneath those fingernails… it was this way for a long time, but slowly she began to emerge as I aged. By the time I was twelve, I could see her skull: it was the color of gleaming opal, teeth jutting out just beneath the leaves of dreams that had obscured her from me for so long. I was no longer scared of the fact that she was there, but that she seemed to be getting closer. Around my fifteenth birthday, I could see her shining forehead, the bubbles resting so perfectly upon its highest point
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The Alien That Wanted a Shell [FFM 29, 2018]
All she wanted was a shell that was in tact, but every single one was chipped or missing pieces. As they passed her, she pressed her face to the glass, trying to keep up with the stream of them, sweeping past in rivulets on the concrete. The shells sparkled, but every single one of them was damaged in some way: missing hope, missing love, missing trust… some absolutely shattered. But then, a small one with a perfectly round shape. It was being pushed along in some sort of contraption by another… how could such a perfect thing be entrusted to such a cracked and shattered being? She scoffed, pulling up her ReLocator Device. That
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Who Built The Worshippers? [FFM 28, 2018]
Now this would have made a fascinating anthropology end-of-term research project: the men were on one side of the room, and the women on the other, each bowing and placing a bowl on the ground and twisting rags to release the green liquid from their raggedy cotton grasps in perfect sync. Brooke wished she understood them, but her Kicks weren’t working. She tapped the shoes on the stone behind her, hoping to knock some sense into them, but zilch... She didn’t want to check the battery either, because the people here didn’t seem to have anything in the way of technology, and the shoes would surely beep if she attempted it! So
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Fungal Freeway-An Exploration of Medicinal Shrooms
Brooke gently scraped the pencil across the paper. Every so often, she would look up at the mushrooms before her and admire their glowing red-orange hue. This was a much-needed break from her university work, it was just unfortunate that her anthropology instructor wouldn’t accept her recent foray in cataloguing the local villages’ uses of these mushrooms as a term paper subject. As she finished her sketch, she closed the book softly and stood. The meadow around her was rich in flora but lacking in the fauna department—it was no wonder that the villagers were primarily vegetarian. Yet another fascinating subject she wouldn&#
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Unexpected Ingredients (Flash Fic.) [FFM 26, 2018]
“Now this is the stuff, this right here,” Mr. Laurence proclaimed, holding up a glowing purple beaker. Sparks shot out of it, making small hissing noises as they soared through the air before dissipating. “Get over here, Pete!” An older, scruffier man set his broom against the wall and wandered over, his steps tentative and his hands held up, mouse-like. He kept a safe distance from the chemistry teacher and his beaker. “What is it, doc?” “Listen, I’ve finally done it. After all these years, I have managed to create a substance that will bake the perfect muffins. It’s a cooking spray, P
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The Sixth Great Lake (Flash Fic.) [FFM 25, 2018]
The yellow puddle extended around the back of the table and into the crisp, white trim of the counter. As Lynn entered into the kitchen, she dropped the large paper sack onto the table, the groceries letting out a small thud. “Shit,” she griped, beginning to complain of her forthcoming company, how difficult it was to get rid of the smell of dog piss from the wood, and mostly of how she wish the dog could be let out into the nearest intersection. “What’s wrong?” Her older sister Nichole said as she too came up the stairs. “Don’t step there!” Lynn snapped, pointing to the other counter that se
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Pursuit of the Damned (Flash Fict) [FFM 24, 2018]
Lockridge's flashlight let out a metallic ring as it kissed the cracked concrete of the street. In the distance, sirens wailed. The streetlight above him hummed, an obnoxious, relentless drone. Had he run as far as he could go? How could he know that they were right behind him, or that his very shadow lagged behind his every move, creeping? With the gunshots and the terrorism chasing after him, and the fact that the dragon had made its way through the city’s top corporation, there was only so much a person could outrun. Was this it? He looked around anxiously in the heart of the alleyway, but there was nothing except the missing pers
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Soulful Brewing, Filled With Spirits [FFM 23 2018]
Dude, during their interviewing process, everything seemed normal—when asked about the process of making spirits, I described my usual steps: dissolve the sugar, add in the molasses… but when they took me back to the factory area, I couldn’t help but notice that the sugar was red instead of white and the molasses had a foul stench to it. I mean, like, right off the bat, man, something seemed off. I was about to address this, but then the interviewer—he was an older guy, with tufts of hair and a beak-like nose—gestured and said, “Welcome to Soulful Brewing, where we are are full of spirit! Now, I’ll s
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Madness by Proxy
“Of all the worlds, of all the places,” Brooke said, laughing at the myriad of creatures before her: the birds with their hammer-shaped heads, the frogs with their percussion bodies, the mice with their post-it note tails! Of course she recognized this place, for she had been to one like it in her childhood, in a book about a girl named Alice who went to a land full of wonder. “Curiouser and curiouser,” she chuckled, bending down to take note of the creatures before her, sketching them out quickly, “You are all nothing but a fairy tale.” “And I suppose nothing but madness by proxy?” A large pu
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Sack of Aspirations
Somewhere along the road, it had stopped raining for me, and a rainmaker that brings no rain deserts their purpose, evaporates into the stolid frost of the skies, only to eventually fall from the ire moist tips of the clouds, dropped into the heavy heat of the heart of the wasteland, where once in awhile a train singing riddles passes through. In this desert without purpose, my throat cakes and my voice rasps through chalky coughs; my bones ache, grinding beneath my sack of aspirations that weeps the sweetest of rancid sweat, sticky. Tattering in the heat, I am an old flag, coated in flies lapping eagerly at the fountain that is my fl
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Longing for Your Lines
My fears are pettyreal: for years I longed to have something of you, but the bookstore didn’t have your work under religion or poetry— you are more of one than the other; I have always worshipped your taste, but I’m told tastes change as we age. My fears are trivial and timeless: I once yearned for your metaphors like the Earth burns within for the affectation for the sun— but what if my mind is not enough to hold you here now, to understand your literary considerationcontagion, tumbling from past appreciation to disdain, as though your words and your meanings have long since oxidized within me, rusted. The recol
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Something Wicked That Way Went
Today, they ripped flagged flesh from its aluminum bones, Hallowed out its tent-like organs, And we stood there, watching, our ice cream dripping, Like the sweat that just kept slipping Off the children that carried its cotton candy blood clots away.
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When My Thoughts are Naked
 Words become brittle, Break down with age, Ideas tend to rot, Bodies that stain But never really fade On the consciousness That remains. How long has it been Since what I said has been Truly sincere? Or are we all really floating Down here? Floating amongst, Around, and along, I see balloons that are leaking Melodies of an overplayed song. I hear you complain, But your hand doesn't rise, I hear you hurt, But don't hear any sighs, Sighs of long hours, Of lungs struggling to change, Days where it's hard to even shower, Surely this isn't new or strange. The world may be a scarred canvas, The universe seemingly bare, B
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Carving of My Character
Am I damned to lose sight of my childhood snitch, to slip away from my castle of innocent bliss? My stuffed animals begin to fall in number, my dear plush soldiers of the past; they used to hoard unopened candy, but now they smuggle condoms and cash. I was digging through the closet one night, looking for that old plush crow, and just beneath him I find an old relic, so I drag it from the depths of mountain memories high, something I thought I'd thrown away, though with my sight upon it now, I sigh. Here lay my first story, in a folder ragged and beat, its plot arced low though its message simple, sweet, My hand hesitates at its
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Pregnant Distractions
Stardust on my fingers, I write, chasing a distant melody into creaking dimensions and breaking the bones of the monsters of sound; gravity vanishes with my every word, and still I feel lost in the plot lines of reality while I'm off chasing my fantasy.
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Leaving at Three past Seven AM
Drapes blocking out the sunlight, Can't find signal to call you; Tell me… where do I go now?
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Drinking Leaves
They waterfall from the roof; Slandering life beneath my feet, Its ghosts from trees past, whispering, With wind a liberator for revolution, I breathe in flecks of color.
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Tasting Night -32-
Falling up into the darkness, tasting sound, feeling light, and hearing silence. I have been through the seams of reality, the twists and chaos of fiction. I am their child, Life, and I am everything but nothing at once. Darkness is my husband, my child, my son, you are the world that is about to be spun. For every life, there must be death, unless, unless, there be a request. You interpret what you shall see, and when you have an answer, let me see, and I will tell you what there will be. We create, but we do not know, that our preconceived notions as a whole, dictate what the future is, so please understand, what existe
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Limits -33-
Out of your dreams, I fell, for me, your pain is hell. So when I see you cry, if it is my fault, can’t you see why I feel as if I should say g’bye? Love you I shall, forever and beyond, but what do I do come the break of dawn? I know when this world will come to an end, but in order to fulfill you, to the world myself I must lend. You cannot have your cake, and eat it too, but I wasn’t taught to believe that; I was made to believe within you, within your boundaries, which you have no limits for, so an end is just a tease. You say I must find another door. Thus I shall, because I shan’t forget, that I w
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writer's trick
Every day, I bite my tongue, to show (and not tell) you how I feel.
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Ducktober
Yes, you read that right. Ducktober! For the uninitiated, that’s the deal I entered into with neurotype (https://www.deviantart.com/neurotype) about this time last year – for this year’s inktober, I will draw ducks (since expanded to waterfowl in general) for every day, while neurotype (https://www.deviantart.com/neurotype) has dinosaurs! If that’s not crazy enough, wait until you see what else is going on right now for the Halloween season… But first up – obligatory photo time. Meet Chip, the newest addition to my household. Yes folks, this is what happens when you win the free-buy-in poker tournament at your local LAN party and earn enough points to buy yourself a dino
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I am participating in Flash Fiction Month again this year! All the pieces are less than 1,000 words, but the short canvas space actually makes them all the more difficult to craft (a challenge I enjoy!). :) See you in your updates!
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I am very honored to say that I received my first Daily Deviation on my flash fiction piece "Soulful Brewing, Filled With Spirits," and I am still reeling from the excitement. Truth is, it was always a long time goal of mine. I am going to keep writi ...
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Hey, long time no see.
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ChibiPyroProfessional Artisan Crafter
Thank you for the support, I am glad you like my art! :heart::huggle:!

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Hey, thanks! :) Hope you're doing well.
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Hey long time no see. I'm great. How are you?
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Teela-Y Writer
I'm also doing great. Been really enjoying the outdoors and playing Pokémon Go. Flexing my writing muscles. I am glad you're doing great!

Say, I wanted to ask about that story you wrote sometime ago that you kindly let us use for our MST. What was your inspiration for thinking Bowser Jr. is a clone? I always wondered about that, and the funny thing is that I could totally see it being true. Bowser is just that in love with himself and his perfection. :P
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The inspiration simply came from refusing to accept Junior as Bowser's only son and as one of the koopalings particularly during the times when he seemed to had replaced the koopalings. I also noticed how similar he looked to Baby Bowser from Yoshi's Island and took it from there.