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Year 1 Review
Part III of III
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Someone of Such Disposition
David began to catalog all the images and ideas he had ever been exposed to. His hope was that in doing so, he could unearth the clues to what had transpired and then coallesced to leave him as someone of such disposition.
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Emile's Lair
Bloodshot eyes peered out of the bunker. A rustle in the bushes... a JDL fanatic with
binoculars? A Mossad sniper? Omnipotent, omnipresent, someday they would get him.
Sweating fingers wrapped around the keyboard. The world must know.
Steve
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Stripes of a Cheetah
The 66 lobatimized clones, each chained to a bed, clamored when the nurse entered the dorm. Daily ejaculations provided Father Muru with enough genetic material to continue the therapies that allowed him eternal life. Powerless to stop him, the government had overlooked the possibilities of an individuals right to privacy.
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The Flavor of Failure
The master of the vineyard gazed unblinking into the relentless gray drizzle. Before the clouds came, it was one week from being the greatest harvest the chateau had seen since the immortal '29 - doubtless greater. Now the rotting bunches hung on the waterlogged vines, and the creditors disdained a millennium's heritage.
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Mouth of the CranobotTM
I- six firm strokes to void into the breastpump catcher. II- required 16, kissed lips. III but a drop with sloppy free hand neurotome at fault. The CranobotTM guaranteed replicability. Father shoved in CranobotTM draining each clone exactly, ingesting DNA, immortally circling the beds,
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Giggles and Groans
It was snowing for the 14th day. Once again school was canceled. Outside the sounds of children and parents could be heard. Children playing in the snow, snowball fights, building snowmen and sledding. Parents working to clear off the cars, driveways and sidewalks. The children giggled and the parents groaned.
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Capitalism gone to heaven.
If life possessed any sense of wonder, then he reasoned, most people lived without it. Homogeneous features of Americans meandering through a newly opened mail; strolling along as if stultified by all there was to consume. He'd seen more profound looks on a dog's face perusing an evening's moonlight.
With a word to spare,
Marty
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Chain of Command
"Hose 'em down"
"But sir - "
"You heard me private. Hose them down. We do things here by the book."
Billings hosed down the prisoners, who promptly melted, having been turned into cotton
candy homunculi by a miscalculation in the Gepetto Equation.
"Fill out the usual forms on that."
"Yes, sir."
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The Third Council of the 2nd Milennium provides this information to the Electorate.
2434:02:14:38:10.04&h<> nIMMMugh Kipunahh sends warm regards to Agness Kimura!
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Tomorrow was the day I always planned on; a day I finally made love to Millie Stuart, the girl I loved in first grade...
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Silence echoed through the great hall, resonating off the metallic walls. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the floating debris, drifting by. With a sense of wonder, she stared in fascination, the thought drifted like the debris, "so that is what retribution looks like'!
ze gyp
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Metallic Walls
or
Retribution
No matter how carefully you prepared yourself, wonder overwhelmed. He too hadn't thought, "it would be like this or that."
It appeared total and complete but the after effects made appearances deceiving, he drifted with the bits.
He bumped, against something, turning his head with great effort, he saw her.
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The Not So Grand Inquisitor
"There was a man who went out to sow.
As he scattered the seed in the field, some of it -"
"Look pal, I hate to cut you off. But A, I'm not into gardening and B, I don't deal with
tele-marketers. But I wish you the best of luck. Goodbye."
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Yes, Officer, That's My Fishing Boat Mysteriously Floating Over Lower
Manhattan
"NJ30910920?"
"That's it."
"Do you have any information that may help us out here?"
"Well, I put it in dry-dock last fall and I haven't seen it since."
"He's lying," thought Sgt. Hitnum.
(to be continued...)
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Truckin'
Laurie felt the plush carpeting against her cheek. She had always dreamed of riding in a Kenworth conventional double sleeper. Pinned to the cabin floor by the lead foot gracious driver was not anticipated from the roadside. Her 12th vertebrae would soon hang on Harvey's necklace, alongside 11 other trophies.
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The Feast
The men had met on the shore, and drifted slowly toward the channel marking family reef. Iosefo, an in-law, unaware of the Sa on the channel head reef, was alone when the shark took him.
"A BIG FISH!" he screamed, and was never seen again.
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European Cuisine
From the intense pounding, the succulent loin spread out thin, remaining shiny, glistening, pink, and moist. Hammering away, Giusseppe starting working up a sweat. A fine piece of trim, it was nearly ready for its completion. Dripping with rich white cream, the veal quickly absorbed the spicy Italian bread crumbs.
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Pairadice Cafe
Ula slipped the slimy fish into boiling coconut broth where eyes popped, gills protruded, and distending guts made em puffy.
Ugly on my plate, stinking of boiled seaweed, but better fare than the fermented sea slug swimming like whale snot in an old coke bottle.
I eyed Ula's thigh.
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The old man was dying and his black coffin stood against the wall like the grim reaper ready to strike. We waited. His slow recovery went unremarked; a white cloth was placed over the coffin. We used it as a table; but the old man refused to eat from it.
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911
It was the 13th car that took the turn too wide rending the night air with screeching rubber and crumpling metal.
Come quick!! I said to 911.
Is he alive? Check. We don't send ambulances for DOA'a
Fuk U! I screamed at the phone, and went back to bed.
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Chapter 23: Once Again He Fails to Pull the Puppeteer to Earth
"See them?"
"No."
"On the wrist!"
"You're scaring me."
"I'll prove it."
With twenty yards to build speed, he tackles the cloaked figure and yanks the strings attached to its wooden wrist. Soon airborne, he quickly realizes he cannot dislodge the puppeteer from his invisible dirigible and lets go.
"Bastard!!!"
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The Prisoner
Brian pressed his face hard through the iron bars and gripped them tightly.
"I can't stand this place," he sighed.
"Hey, Bro, it won't be long," Jimmy said reassuringly.
"I gotta get out of here."
Jimmy lay back upon his dingy cot, listening until the visitor's door had clanged shut.
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The Dentist's Chair
The dusty glove entered CoCo's mouth again. Dental school had cursory training in psychology, but Dr. Egan did not notice the chronic manic depression, much less care.
"Oh Shit", cried Egan.
Spitting the latex covered digits to the floor, the metal tray flew as CoCo sped out of the office.
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"Remember to wear clean underwear." His bloody lips curled into a
grin as his mother's words floated across the fog of his brain (doctors would later label the concussion "mild"). His grin became a smile as he imagined the paramedic's faces. He's TASIMPSO. He doesn't wear underwear. Chicks dig him. |
