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[hydroazuanacaine]

hey! i know i don't post much here in this forum, but i have a fun idea. i know it is fun because everyone is doing it. a micro-essay/story thread. i was gonna get others' opinions about what the length guidelines should be like, but i'm getting the impression that could take years. so i will create them. feel free to violate them.

at first i was thinking a 100 character minimum with a 200 character maximum--inspired by a pretty successful 150 character limit version on twitter. edit: nope, let's go with that.

so...

*stories, essays, poems at a 100 character minimum and 200 character limit. Spaces do not count.
*titles are optional and count toward the minimum and limit.
*all formats are permitted, accompanying images are not.
*no limit on the frequency of contributions, but think them out. quality of quantity will lead to a more attentive audience and more entertaining material for everyone participating.



what do you all say?

 

[hydroazuanacaine]

alright, i'll start us off with a little non-fiction.

I do not have a toaster. In the morning, I make toast on a frying pan. I like to watch cartoons while I wait. I burn a lot of bread.

 

[New]

I like it. It's made of undesired flesh. Alto panda.

 

[debaser]

So what are we but speed over reaction
Fusion of flights and lightning flashs

Bed of rotten flowers over a naked bridge

 

[freddy47]

^Nice one loulou.

I flinch when I hear someone sneezing. Hypochondriacs should unite and hold a convention in town. They just shouldn't shake hands when they meet.

 

[debaser]

Everybody should sneeze in their elbow. That's classy enough :D

 

[freddy47]

^I've always been a handkerchief type of guy myself but if I lack one an elbow will suffice.

 

[debaser]

Translated in French:

Et que sommes nous sinon vitesse sur réaction
Fusion de vols et de tonnerres de flashs

Lit de fleurs pourries au dessus d'un pont nu

 

[Max Power]

read me some Rimbaud, loulou?

 

[debaser]

Ma Bohème

Je m’en allais les poings dans mes poches crevées ;
Mon paletot soudain devenait idéal ;
J’allais sous le ciel, Muse, et j’étais ton féal ;
Oh ! La la ! Que d’amours splendides j’ai rêvées !

Mon unique culotte avait un large trou.
Petit Poucet rêveur, j’égrenais dans ma course
Des rimes. Mon auberge était à la Grande Ourse.
Mes étoiles au ciel avaient un doux frou-frou

Et je les écoutais, assis au bord des routes,
Ces bons soirs de septembre où je sentais des gouttes
De rosée à mon front, comme un vin de vigueur ;

Où, rimant au milieu des ombres fantastiques,
Comme des lyres, je tirais les élastiques,
De mes souliers blessés, un pied près de mon cœur !

Arthur Rimbaud

 

[hydroazuanacaine]

very nice, everyone! and it's off!

At the end of long legs: gangly, grotesque feet. Supporting so much height and beauty. You'd suck those ugly toes if she let you.

 

[freddy47]

The knife goes in. The first incision has been made. Surgeon said I wouldn't feel a thing. He lied. I flinch as I vaguely feel the second cut. He notices. I ask for another shot of the local. He grudgingly obliges.

 

[pk.]

I watch the lead-coloured clouds lazily drag themselves along the light blue sky. From my window I see a child jump from a gutter into a deep puddle; who would ever anticipate that a blurred yellow rectangle would crash into him and take his life..?

 

[NoiseNinja]

Black as a negros dick

the night black as a negro wrapped around my dick
waiting for the relief of a hand to spread my semen on the ground
hard as a rock screaming the inevitable break of day into my numb eyes
looking for an escape capsule on this vessel cold as winters breath
running down the spine of a snake
ready to snap

 

[freddy47]

^That is a WTF title if I ever saw one.

 

[debaser]

Peace of mind and personal files
Step by step I praise my pile

Of stéréotyped curse and some more therafter

 

[Shady Kaity]

thanks for sharing those, kaity! but i think some people are misreading the guidelines. a 200 character limit, not word.

oh i apologize, i did misunderstand the guidelines! but thank you for letting me share them =]

 

[herbavore]

Each day we put the rabbits out in the sun. It doesn’t matter that our house is dark with illness, death and sorrow.
The rabbits scrawl a joyous script in the long grass, punctuated by pirouettes like exclamation points after each sentence.

 

[NoiseNinja]

laminate for a dead hare

A multi-layer synthetic lamination process project, including dead wildlife from over the world.

 

[freddy47]

She smiles at me from beneath the sky. And with veiled eyes peers knowingly into space, she giggles lovely and with a hint of guile darts off before the rising of the tide. As she goes I whisper her name and wonder. Should I have followed?