[Project 52] "We’re more carny than most" (7th of 52)
May 2, 2011Now:
“Remember what I told you during your first interview with me?”
“We’re about to die and you’re asking me that?! What the hell.”
“No, seriously. You remember what I told you?”
“…”
“We’re more carny than most. Now do what I’m going to tell you quick.” (more…)
[Project 52] To-do: Think of an awesome name ASAP (6th of 52)
March 22, 2011See, the goddamn Batman got it wrong. Insert mental fuckyeah fist pump GIF here people. Yes, I just had to use Frank Miller’s line for that.
No disrespect meant, OK? Bats will always be my hero. But I figured Man is not really driven by fear. We’re driven by hunger, hunger of all kinds. Who cares if the skies are having a massive lightning diarrhea on the flat field I call my land? I want that gazelle running across the just-mentioned flat field for dinner later. Who cares if that downright-scary woman-beating drunken brute of a husband will come home soon? His hot and abused wife needs some er, caring support from their friendly neighbor during her time of need. Don’t get me started on that damn blue-balled president of ours. (more…)
[Project 52] The Last Flight of The Black Baroness (1st of 52)
January 9, 2011It was time, she decided as she waited for the rest of her flight to suit up for take-off, standing proud in her tribe’s colors.
She fitted on her goggles and flexed the wings on her bio-engineered flight pack, testing if it was up for the task at hand and was rewarded with a perfect response. The Black Baroness is ready for tonight’s foray to get the red elixir from the wandering colossi so vital for her race’s survival, her sixth in half as many days.
Why can’t our race and these colossi just live in harmony, her mind randomly asked before she caught herself. She knew the myths and the history; ever since her race was seen as a nuisance by the colossi. These colossi, tall, moving living mountains with varying patches of forests all over their bodies, were the best readily-available source of the red elixir. Her ancestors did what they needed to survive. However the colossi upped the ante; from simple flames and barriers they started using weapons of genocide and mass destruction and other advanced technology on her race. The Baroness can’t blame them; a legend tells how one member of her tribe took down one of the colossi with a single attack. Well, I guess they won’t blame me for what I’m about to do, she grimly muttered to herself. Not only is this for her tribe, it’s also revenge for her mother and the other tribe members who fell while doing their sacred duty. (more…)
The Office Menagerie - An Introduction
June 10, 2010A vegetarian Cougar. A male Bitch of a monkey. A motherly(?) Snake. A Pig of a Walrus. Yet another Walrus, this time a trying-hard Hippie. A pack of hyenas that can’t get their act together when it counts.
These and more, you shall meet, in The Office Menagerie! *dundundunddddduuuuunnnnn*
[N-Shots][Bipolar] Antebellum (Part 2 of 3)
February 27, 2010
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The End of Forever: He bent his head over the glass of brandy in front of him and sighed. He’s not really a drinker; he’s just hoping people would take it that the his bloodshot bleary eyes is just from the brandy. But, he bemusedly thought, the taste is so apt - bitter and the promise of a headache later. |
The End of Forever: She was waiting for her best friend to come to this bar far from town; she was silently grateful for the isolation offered by the bar’s dark corner booth where she stayed. At least it would take a lot of effort to see and ask about her swollen eyes. |
