Eloquent Mess {(LoA)}
Joined July 2009 and calls Twitter home.
134 stories, 88 challenges, 964 comments, and 61 friends
In ficly I’ve discovered a medium of writing that’s quick, expressive, and just restricted enough to be a wonderful challenge. I love it!
Stories
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The Reunion [Anput, Pt.2]
John Wordsmith climbed into the passenger seat of a black Spyder GT. “Nice car,” he said, grinning. “You’ve changed, Anput. Mid-life crisis? Sports cars and purple socks?” The goddess glared at him. “You know quite w...
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The Summons [Anput, Pt.1]
A hush fell over the room as she crossed the threshold. She paused, eyebrow raised, and surveyed the bar. The crowd returned her gaze, soaking in her presence like an oil spill in a coral reef. Some noticed her hair, jet black and glossy, as it spirale...
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The Artist (a poorly hidden allegory)
A man spends his life dreaming of being an artist. He’s not that bad, really… People often appreciate his work. But everything he creates is either small or incomplete… Little portraits, simple still-lifes, rough sketches… He ca...
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Preface to Control
Venus bore two children, a boy and a girl. The boy she named Yahweh. The girl she named Lucille. Mercury ignored his progeny, and Venus was overburdened with the responsibilities of being a goddess, so Yahweh and Lucille were oft left to raise themselv...
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Dragons Down
The massive airship plummeted toward the earth, flames billowing from its fuselage. It was not alone. An entire fleet of airships were under attack by the Dark Army’s smaller, faster craft. There was nothing they could do. “Dragons, slain b...
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The 4th Dimension
COLORS BLURRED INTO one another, and gravity seemed to slip away. Oh please, Samuel thought… Not again… The universe flashed before his eyes. His life, the lives of all of mankind, of all creatures that ever lived… The world seemed mu...
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The Time Machine
SAMUEL BOLTED TO his feet, and seized the time machine from the rough cobblestones, looked around himself fearfully, and darted off into the shadows behind the Bureau of Taxation offices. His lungs ached… Time travel really took the breath out of...
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The Great Flood
Alvion tore down the mountainside, hoping his legs would support him at his frantic pace. He screamed as he ran, warning the town to prepare themselves: “She’s opened up the floodgates again! Christ almighty!” Shopkeeps, bartenders, h...
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Age of Illusions
Sheridan logged onto Haxis, gave it his account login and password, waited for the greeting to scroll by, then dove headlong into the Verse. You open your eyes. Dust filters through the gentle daylight in the Tower Observatory. High trellises give you ...
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Well, well...
Ladies and gentlemen, my consolations. You really had no chance against my conflagration! But don’t think it’s over, just ’cuz I won, this epic rap-battle has just begun! To the winner, the losers, the ficly users, the men, the women,...
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M.C. Mess -- Genesis
(It’s better with a beat, I assure you.) Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats, we got M.C. Mess, droppin’ beats, layin’ rhythms, twistin’ rhymes, he’s been rappin’ since the dawn of time. You see he’s more tha...
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Penance
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Digital Pantheon: Pandora
Michael’s fingers flew across the datapad, effortlessly crossing digital barriers and passing firewalls unscathed. He knew the system like an old friend — its quirks, its dangers, and its secrets. All except one. It was the only reason he k...
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{Utopia} (Paradigm Shift)
Taps upon chamber doors, proper gentlemen courting proper ladies, underground clubs in dirty basements, foreign gods changed by their pilgrimage to American soil… Literature is a reflection of life, and life a reflection of literature. We writers...
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A Story Before Sleep (pt2)
She saw in this boy the drive and loyalty of the wolf, the love and dedication of the penguins, and the child-like wonder and curiosity of her beloved kittens. She knew at once that she loved him. The boy and the girl came together, yin and yang, their...
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A Story Before Sleep (pt1)
There was once a boy who had big dreams. He lived amongst the stars, exploring the universe and marveling at its infinite beauty. He would fly from planet to planet, through nebulae and galaxies and endless stretches of unfathomable emptiness. Yet he w...
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Breaking the Surface
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Grout
It had been three days, four hours, and seventeen minutes since Maude had found her daughter Sarah dead in the bathtub. She hadn’t been counting, not really, but she knew nonetheless. All things considered, the cleaning crew had done a pretty goo...
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Wolf.
Once there was a little boy who was watching a flock of sheep. He’d tricked the villagers one time too many by crying “wolf, wolf” and sending them running. But they grew wary of his tricks, and when a wolf finally did arrive, they di...
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Leverage
Choryl crept into the city, careful not to alert the guards of his presence. He had come with one specific goal in mind, and he wasn’t going to let some tired gatekeeper get in his way. Before him lay the exquisite home of Miss Camille Providence...
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The Fortress of Q'landri
“What is this place?” Chris asked. “Does it have food? I’m famished.” Elsh laughed as she hugged Marli, then turned to respond. “This is The Fortress of Q’landri, so named by my dear friend Herman, who just hap...
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The Terrible Tragedy of Henry DuMont
“Elizabeth, my love, we’re going to be rich!” Henry DuMont strutted into the den, joyful as could be. “Count Milton just gave me a raise and a big bonus for a prospective property I discovered this evening! There’s tons of...
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The Bard, Pt. 4
The coach driver sighed, resigned to his fate. He reached into his satchel and withdrew a bulging coin purse, then tossed it to the child, who nearly dropped it, surprised by its weight. He looked at his mother with shock and amazement in his eyes, the...
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The Bard, Pt. 3
In the distance, the sound of hooves could be heard through the drifting, undulating melody of the bard’s tune. A coach approached, driven by a man who looked entirely bewildered. He seemed to be fighting the horse, but the horse was content to i...
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The Bard, Pt. 2
The bard continued to play, a haunting and lovely melody springing forth from his flute. Impossible sounds, intricate melodies and harmonies followed by sweeping, emotional undertones… The crowd had never before heard such a song from a single in...
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The Bard, Pt. 1
A crowd had gathered around the boy and his mother, who frantically shook the boy, tears pouring down her cheeks. “Syril! Wake up! Please wake up…” She clutched him tight to her breast and sobbed. “Please don’t go…&#...
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A Brief History, Part 8 [Magic Theory, Pt. 17]
The conclusion of the Mage War and the final divide between the three magical philosophies brought on an era of relative peace and advancement. A time of renaissance, exploration, and ingenuity had come, and the magical arts flourished. Thus began the ...
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A Brief History, Part 7 [Magic Theory, Pt. 16]
Leaderless and conquered, the Kirva went into hiding. The Lendrii outlawed Kirvan magic, and began a manhunt in search of any Kirva that might have gone into hiding. Any who were found were given two options: quit practising magic, or die. Many wizards...
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A Brief History, Part 6 [Magic Theory, Pt. 15]
After many years of training and preparation, the Lendrii were prepared for battle. Accompanied by the Sh’al, they marched on their homeland. Upon arrival, they were welcomed and aided by many of the persecuted peasants, who took up arms to fight...
