Jan. 5th, 2005

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It was.... listless. Tiresome. Things were not as they had been, and the world had moved on. Don't know how to feel, there.

Here, i'll be back, in a tick.
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At first, honestly, I didn't know. It was there, and it had a weird luminescent quality to it. The moons and the sun-- which was setting at that point, of course-- glinted, faintly, on the curves and lines, and it seemed alive, and half-formed. Before i could figure out what to do with it, it had slithered into the underbrosh, again, peering out with old eyes that hadn't learned everything yet.

Wary thing that it was, it still wanted company.

It called more people to it, displaying curves and triggers, but never enough to know how to bbreak it down. Not unless you were paying careful attention. I brought it to others, and showed them what i'd found. Many of them had no idea what it was, and they couldn't tell if it was dangerous, or tame. But it's your basic "Twilight Zone"/"Outer Limits"/Shellian plot, at its core: No matter how frightening or strange the thing, try to respect and understand it, and it may do the same, for you.

They seemed to learn that.

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This story was written for [livejournal.com profile] tribeofone, because he wrote This, and because [livejournal.com profile] thenowhere started this meme: "Write something for me. Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.

"Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."


And i added, and continue to add: Continue the meme. Record the point of origin, ie [livejournal.com profile] thenowhere

And then i did this, for [livejournal.com profile] thenowhere: Here. After that, things kind of went like this:

Those Who have written for me (In Order Received):

[livejournal.com profile] jessicarabbitt: Here.

[livejournal.com profile] thenowhere: here.

[livejournal.com profile] mech_angel: Here.

[livejournal.com profile] djedhi: Here.

[livejournal.com profile] reannaremick: Here and, later, Here.

[livejournal.com profile] loveburned: Here.

[livejournal.com profile] momentai: Here.

[livejournal.com profile] tribeofone: Here.

Those for whom i have written:

[livejournal.com profile] thenowhere, as stated, above.

[livejournal.com profile] jessicarabbitt: Here.

[livejournal.com profile] mech_angel: Here.

[livejournal.com profile] djedhi: Here.

[livejournal.com profile] reannaremick: Here, and Here.

[livejournal.com profile] loveburned: Here.

[livejournal.com profile] momentai:Here.

[livejournal.com profile] tribeofone: Here. Hah!HAHhh... Recursivity.

These are also in my memories section, under "Stories For Others."

Continue. Later.
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Worked two hours longer, today, than i was meant to. My assistant manager was sick, and called out, so i had to work for her. Even if that hadn't happened, i would have had to stay, until nine. My co-worker was sick, too.

I would have had to work for her, had i not had to work for my manager. So i made the best of it.

I wrote a letter to Stephen King, today, because i finished the Dark Tower, last night. Except for Brownning's poem, and King's final words, i'm done. It was amazing. Read it.

I've nothing else to say, really. I'm out.

Later

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