#126

June 2, 2009 at 12:48 pm (Fiction) (, )

Do not underestimate the power of marketing, my friend. I’ve taken this one step beyond the level of selling ice to Eskimos. Instead, my mission has been to have ethical vegetarians hunger for bacon. While the other meat groups falter in new economy, we thrive. The strip of greasy bacon is our hero.

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#128

May 24, 2009 at 6:01 pm (Fiction) (, )

When you came back into my arms after that journey, you had tales of adventure. You told of dark days, demons slain, of villains vanquished and treasures found.  

But all I want is to wipe the blood from your swords, lay you down, and kiss you hard upon your lips.

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#127

May 23, 2009 at 5:54 pm (Fiction) (, , )

I searched my grandfather’s personal effects for the artifact. I have no doubt ,of course, that he was in possession of it when he died, but somewhere between the accident and where he was pronounced dead and when they gathered his things into a cardboard box,  the small golden pendent went missing.

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#45

February 27, 2009 at 10:27 pm (Fiction) (, )

Standing at the edge of the city looking in, we knew the days  ahead would be tough.  This enclave had strict xenophobic rules about outsiders after dark. We knew no people who would stand by us if it came to that. It would.  We needed to make some friends, fast.

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#43

February 25, 2009 at 5:50 pm (Fiction) (, )

Walking on clouds is much easier than it seems to the casual observer. You just have to find good footholds. That’s the hardest part. It requires great quiet and slow concentration. Clouds become mist when faced with a loud noise and force. That’s why airplanes are so loud and fast.

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#26

February 7, 2009 at 7:06 pm (Fiction) (, )

One of the side effects no one anticipated with the War on Terror was that it went much the same way as the War on Drugs. Terrorism and fear of it became commonplace and mundane. Teenagers started experimenting with car bombs younger and younger. It’s ridiculous. Should’ve seen it coming.

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#25

February 6, 2009 at 8:26 pm (Fiction) (, )

It never stops. It just pours and pours from the sky. Twenty days and counting, the rain is winning. Floods have taken the valley. They even say that the ocean has risen. The weathermen have given up on predicting when it will stop. At least when it rains, it’s cool.

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#22

February 3, 2009 at 12:06 pm (Fiction) (, )

Something for nothing, that’s the nature of magick. For the modern urban magician the real problem is how to ask the powers for what you really want. Oftentimes we get what we requested, and we realize it’s nowhere near what we want. The universe has a mean sense of humor.

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#21

February 2, 2009 at 6:47 pm (Fiction) (, )

Every decade or so, the android switches identities. It is effectively immortal, with self repairing systems and durable components. It’s primary function is to gather and record human history. Supposedly, there are countless other units spread across earth with the same programming. The android wonders if they too, love and suffer?

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#20

February 1, 2009 at 11:00 pm (Fiction) (, )

Magic rings have grown quite rare. There was a time when it was in fashion to go flinging these most precious artifacts into volcanos or forge them into one super-ring. Nowadays, any ring, with any minor power was priceless. My new ring kept coffee in my hand just right.

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