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Monthly Archives: November 2012
day thirty
it was not only that I’d had a huge crush on him in the past. it was much more than a crush. I just couldn’t keep my mind off him. I’d just try to focus on my work or what … Continue reading
day twenty nine
I thought I was a crab… becoming a crab…because I could feel my face pulling down and becoming the underside of my chest and the mouth parts opening and shutting and I started to ululate strangely and I heard mayenna … Continue reading
day twenty eight
and that’s why we win. it’s the flat earthers against the whole fucking universe. we’ve got all the magic because they don’t believe in it. we can destroy their technology. we’ve got people with the power. I was scared of … Continue reading
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day twenty seven
I had never met the ferawsies and when I first did I was so scared I wanted to die. they were hairy, dirty, and dressed in animal skins and their eyes looked like wild beasts’ eyes. they stank like animals. … Continue reading
day twenty six
then one day I was fourteen or something and I was starting biochemistry as part of a horticulture career entry path because I wanted to do food production in one of those many-bubble fast farm food factories off shore. the … Continue reading
day twenty five
Part two my name is Charmaine. it’s an ancient name that goes a long way back. it’s preedee. it’s not *H*U*G* name. I took it on a short time after I went feral. I knew Cally from youth camps back … Continue reading
day twenty four
that’s for sure. he was gross. ‘well,’ I told him, ‘it will be a tragic disaster for our planet if the ferawsies win this war they say they are planning against H*U*G* Predee ways no longer work for our species. … Continue reading
day twenty three
‘well, I’m tired,’ I said. ‘what do you want?’ ‘iggy, my qualifications are in psychiatry. that’s what got me my job as a chief regulator, my understanding of how the human psyche works. I use my knowledge to work around … Continue reading
day twenty two
no data survived the catastrophic pan-global data-loss event. the first *H*U*G* (*holistic*unity*group*) convention named that year 0-0-0 before that is pre-d, after is a-d. all history written after that is unverifiable.. *H*U*G* established monops to restore global networks. monops unified … Continue reading
day twenty one
half moon waning. my sabbath. i’m doing watery west magic for the planet today so no nanowrimo till tomorrow. blessings of the waning moon. good time for banishing pain and suffering.
day twenty
I mean that’s what it was with what I was eating. anyway, as I said, one quiet burp and its gone. cally was quite knowledgeable about what was in it. the productivity of ferawsi grasslands was limited by the sickness … Continue reading
day nineteen
my eyes strove to open as my awareness surfaced, recentering itself in my body, but I suddenly had that falling sensation that often occurs when you’re dozing, which I was not, and jolted awake in a state of confusion. I … Continue reading
day eighteen
she had a cafino ready for me and one for herself. she looked at me with one eyebrow raised as if to give me leave to express my, shall we say, concern. I said, ‘so you are corrupt.’ she said, … Continue reading
day seventeen
I’m a sound sleeper especially under stress. stress makes me sleepy. I was sleeping from sun down to sun up and taking an afternoon nap as well, and sometimes I dozed for a while in the mornings as well. nevertheless … Continue reading
day sixteen
That was a little better. he was more like a twelve year old for that. seeing us slumped against the veranda rails, staring listlessly at the mountain, the woman who brought the bread reminded us sarcastically that monops would be … Continue reading
day fifteen
‘so you know him?’ ‘no. I said I didn’t.’ ‘don’t know anything about him?’ she sniggered. ‘if I knew anything about them I wasn’t supposed to tell you I wouldn’t tell you.’ ‘just making conversation.’ ‘well, he’s taken up with … Continue reading
day fourteen
this is my black sabbath, the sabbath of the new moon, so no nanowrimo today. this is my day for earth elemental magic and world healing. peace throughout the world! awen awen awen.
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day thirteen
I had my head between my bulging biceps which blocked my view and he was so dumbstruck he left me holding up the roof for longer than I thought was humanly possible while he stared at it, before letting me … Continue reading
day twelve
so we all laughed until we felt less uncomfortable about it, tapering off and staring once again at the mountain and there it was again, that same weird effect. the almost transparent mountain, almost invisible under cally’s eyes. he looked … Continue reading
day eleven
he was smart enough, cunning even, yeah, crafty like a fox, but nah, he wasn’t a thinker. he’d do anything to save his life, nothing to make trouble. he wasn’t even very proud. just when he tracked he went… like … Continue reading
day ten
Then she brought it to me, keeping herself well back so that I had to reach for it. ‘What happens if I refuse it?’ I asked her. Threadgold answered ‘they force-feed you.’ I drank the rest of the milk trying … Continue reading
day nine
i’ve handled hundreds of escapees before and never encountered either of two things: technology or magic. so which ever it was all my flimsy paradigms were softly exploding in silent whimpers all in the last fading afterglow of happy from … Continue reading
day eight
They talked for a few minutes. never had I so regretted not learning the language. The woman dived into the MULTIMODE and fished out a small book, the antique kind, made of paper, with printed pages and a shiny cover. … Continue reading
day seven
wyldwyverne takes sabbath of half moon waning off to do magic. peace in the west. peace in the waters. peace in the waning. peace throughout the world!
day six
We found our way to a brisk little stream, and to hide our tracks, we walked along its rocky bed. I’m a strong man – not like Mandi, but broad-shouldered – and could bear the weight, but walking on pebbles … Continue reading
day five
In retrospect, as I looked away, I had the impression that I’d been looking up at it through a sort of wide funnel woven of streaming sunbeams. Perhaps I saw something deep within the dazzle and immediately denied it. I sort of had that impression. I put it down to the hallucinatory effects of isolation. Continue reading
day four
It was a trip that would take them at most an hour, and depending on whether and what sort of vehicle he could get, could take a lot less. I sat down to wait and i found myself with time … Continue reading
day three
We discussed our options and suspicions of likelihoods till dark and then sat for a few moments listening to the sounds of nature. Tsk. It was just like total wrap around virtuality stuff on RealFable, but much higher resolution. This … Continue reading
day two
The ferals are crazy, okay, I mean there’s something really wrong with anyone who would want to run away from clean, warm housing, family and friends, all conveniences and big beautiful toys, free medical monitoring, advice and attention, life counselling at every turn, free education, career guidance and facilitation, free world-class entertainment, beautiful music anytime, all opportunities given to every man woman and child, your dating needs met, sophisticated pets, your choice of décor, cheap world travel and wrap-around cyberspace on tap to scramble about in the scrub eating lizards and fish? Continue reading
day one
Cally was a quiet guy. Good looking in a raven-haired, deep-set eyed, smouldering way. He dressed like a bodgie, with vivid scarlet and iridescent mid-blue flashing through the pearl-edged slashes in his polished pewter battle jacket. He kept his technology up to date and blaring. He was a keen lad, always on his toes, never still for long, loving every minute of it, however rough things got. He had my respect. Continue reading