Constructive criticism, please.
Hello. I’m Krrackknut. No, the name does not make any sense.
I like to draw and write. Unfortunately, I’m terrible at both.
I’m also a hopeless romantic, wannabe story-teller, and a serial procrastinator. I am also a fervent supporter of chaos and a dedicated student of the absurd. If dreaming was a crime, I’d be executed. I hope to one day draw people who aren’t horribly disfigured, write a piece of fiction that isn’t horrible, and actually have the honor of being published. Or just be able to live to eighty years.
I enjoy many different kinds of fiction, from anime and manga to literature, from comic books to those rather amusing Internet review videos, and everything else in-between.
Stories
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Race The Sun
When I was young, I used wake up before the sun rose, to walk to the edge of the river, and run along its length. Over my head the sun would chip away at the night, and I would smile. “Yet us race,” the sun would say. “Let us see who ...
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Almost here, Again
He chose another story. It was close to midnight, and the streets were lit with neon dust. As they slipped behind the shop, one smoked while the other watched out. She finished the cigarette, threw it away, and they embraced. They flinched and fumbled ...
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There Are No Days
There are no days, someone once said. And he was right. There are no days, no nights, we’ve left behind. He knew that now even as he walked. On the road, along the path. When one walked along the trails of tomorrow, the personifications of all un...
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There Are No Days
Sorry. An error with the connection made a duplicate, of which I was unaware. See edited and completed story here: http://ficly.com/stories/15559
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Metal Men and Mad Scientists
“Hey! Hold it right there!” Franklin shouted, his weapon trained on the mechanical man. The android turned, walking unhurriedly towards him, becoming bigger and bigger. “Yeah, um, you… You’re in big trouble now…” The android grew still.
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Who is President Tesla?
“Ha-ha! This is Megapolis 9000! I am President Tesla!” shouted Franklin at the top of his lungs, as he bounded through the speed-ways in that ridiculous hopping car. Roland sighed. “Well, he’s gone nuts. What are we going to do with him?”...
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Abducted
Franklin urgently ran up to Roland. “I just got word from the fortress. Jaclyn’s been captured.” “Right.” Roland affirms, and then promptly goes back to his book. “Shouldn’t we try to save her?” Franklin asks. “Are you kidding? Th...
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Incident
I recall one frightening experience while riding a unicycle. One day, I was cycling across the roads to dog-training school when I saw a troupe of circus performers on motorcycles. Believing I could out-do them, I challenged them to a race. They repli...
