Thursday, 28 April 2011
I wonder...
...which one's more painful: hitting your head on a stone culvert, or being hit on the head with a culvert.
The Modem Conspiracy [TMC]
Once again, I bring you a drabble of three words (because I'm just lazy that way because I'm just that awesome).
The word is anomaly because I so conveniently missed out on it yesterday.
"WHAT, FAST INTERNET?!"
I suppose this falls under dialogue only, eh?
The word is anomaly because I so conveniently missed out on it yesterday.
"WHAT, FAST INTERNET?!"
I suppose this falls under dialogue only, eh?
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
i once watched a star die through a telescope, and i thought i heard the both of them cry out
My first drabble! Get your 200 words' worth of pretentiously confusing interstellar romance right here, people. It's good for your sentimental nodes.
Anomaly
According to Mnemosyne (damn, that name is hard to spell), today's word is anomaly.
Which is interesting. Because the word is anything but an anomaly. It fits perfectly into the pattern of words of the day. A so far nonexistent pattern, but a pattern nonetheless (or is it? It's nonexistent, so you can't really tell. Or can you?).
…Damn, trying to think of something really makes it hard to think. Which, because most things get closer the more you work, is an anomaly. You know, it really is interesting how your brain locks up when you focus on one single thought, as opposed when your mind is given a train and a set of Schrödinger's tracks. A train which at the moment happens to be rolling (or floating, if your preferred made of idea transportation happens to be a mag-lev. Airplanes deviate from the metaphor) further and further away from the original topic of "anomaly", and is continuously deviating from its tracks (which is totally okay. They're wherever I perceive them to be) thanks to distractions continuously battering on its iron body. And it's about to reach its last station (this sentence), and then it's off to the union station of sleep.
...And yes, yes I am a lecher, and a proud one at that.
Which is interesting. Because the word is anything but an anomaly. It fits perfectly into the pattern of words of the day. A so far nonexistent pattern, but a pattern nonetheless (or is it? It's nonexistent, so you can't really tell. Or can you?).
…Damn, trying to think of something really makes it hard to think. Which, because most things get closer the more you work, is an anomaly. You know, it really is interesting how your brain locks up when you focus on one single thought, as opposed when your mind is given a train and a set of Schrödinger's tracks. A train which at the moment happens to be rolling (or floating, if your preferred made of idea transportation happens to be a mag-lev. Airplanes deviate from the metaphor) further and further away from the original topic of "anomaly", and is continuously deviating from its tracks (which is totally okay. They're wherever I perceive them to be) thanks to distractions continuously battering on its iron body. And it's about to reach its last station (this sentence), and then it's off to the union station of sleep.
...And yes, yes I am a lecher, and a proud one at that.
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Seventeen
Word of the day: lecher. Chronos already posted hers, but I'm so very much slower at writing, hehe.
OMG WE'RE ALIVE!
No, we aren't, actually. I lied.
But here you go.
"ATLAS, YOU LECHER!"
And so goes another regular day in our lives.
-Chronos
But here you go.
Word of the DayI can write a drabble in three words.
Lecher
"ATLAS, YOU LECHER!"
And so goes another regular day in our lives.
-Chronos
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