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Screaming Clay
(Written 23 April 1995; typed up 26 September 1995.) It was time to kill the dolls. We started with the gingerbread man, just to warm up. Ripped his struggling little legs off and fed them to each other, still hot and fresh. Delicious. We left his head attached to his torso and propped him up […]
Product Deadline in the Valley (Employees)
Occasionally I manage to write a filksong. (Most of those I’ve written are available mixed in among hundreds of others from the SWIL filk page.) In this particular case, the fact that the original doesn’t rhyme makes filking it ridiculously easy; further verses (and revisions to the current ones) are welcome. to the tune of […]
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(written 10/25/91; Webbed 10/12/95) Small. And cold. They were small and cold. And green. But that was all. There was nothing more to it than that. Some of them, admittedly, were round; others were oblong, or ovoid, or shaped like a cross between the number 23 crosstown bus and a bar of soap. With just […]
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(Written 18 March 1994; typed up 26 September 1995.) Today is the day the grasses and flowers die. Soon after, the waters will disappear and there will once more be darkness upon the face of the void. I have been here too long, lurking in my solitary abode, far beyond mortal concerns. I weary of […]
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(written 10/24/91; Webbed 10/12/95) Two fishers went out on a stormy sea, a sea that rolled and foamed and rumbled, shivering into loud breakers as it tumbled through the rocks on the shore of Brinytown. The two were named Jock and Stella, and they were loversor had been long ago, when both were young. They’d […]
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(Written 7 May 1995; typed up 26 September 1995.) “Louise? Hello? Are you here?” No answer. Sam hesitated in the half-open doorway. “Louise?” Then, louder, “Anyone home?” Still no answer. Sam gingerly pushed through the door and into Louise’s apartment. He recognized the photo of her parents on her desk. The matching photo of Sam’s […]
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A Rose on Lincoln’s Grave or, They Only Fear the Sea or, When Quarantine Was Declared in the City of Eternal Night A Chapter From the Nocturnus Notebooks Entered and Notated Up by Jedediah Elysdir Hartman (written 5/7/93; Webbed 10/12/95) “I wish brightness would fall from the air,” J.G.D.F.C. whispered once during that long night. […]
The Crystal Terraces of Sanfra Nabisco
“Oog,” said Carol, dreamily. “Oog what?” Janette propounded. “Over There,” added Carol, pointing Over There. “The Transformerica Perambulid Tower. It’s molting.” Janette shaded her eyes to look. “Melting, rather, I should think,” she was of the opinion. Carol shrugged. “One and the same. Machts nichts. Have another Caviar Cracker,” she suggestified, spreading such a one […]
Playing Hearts
(written 9/96 or so.) He won her heart. She’d raffled it off, a ticket apiece for everyone who wanted it. She’d considered selling it to the highest bidder, but that hadn’t seemed fair. How can you give up your heart, he asked her, so casually? You need it more than I do, she replied. And […]
Sisters
(written 9/88; Webbed 10/96) Sarah braiding hair, crossing silken strands, weaving all the threads of burnished gold; gentle, expert hands moving locks with care. Suzy thinks of tales that Sarah’s told: tales of foreign lands, heroes who are brave and also bold, magic in the air, spinning wheels that turn the flax to gold, outlaw […]
The Parsee’s Tale
(started: 5/91. finished: 4/94. webbed: 12/95.) After the death of Mary Kipling, granddaughter to the well-known Victorian poet and writer Rudyard Kipling, the executors of her estate found an odd and weathered manuscript among her possessions. On inspection by several authorities on English literature, the manuscript proved to be a hitherto-unknown Chaucerian opus, apparently originally […]
Uprising
(written 12/88; Webbed 10/96) Inside, stately masquerade. Outside, rumbling cannonade Shakes the huts and hovels in the hills around the hall. Inside, princes prance and preen. Outside, peasants grim and lean March to different drummers from the music at the ball. Inside, wine and pale champagne; Outside, blood and mud and pain Fill the fallow […]