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Joined December 2010 and calls vignettes home.
180 stories, 5 challenges, 310 comments, and 56 friends
an implosion of thought
Stories
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ex nihilo
Then there was light, hot and ever expanding in an incredible instantaneous rush into a formless mass jostling and rubbing and attracting until clumps were formed into giant gaseous hatcheries winking and blinking with the birth of stars bursting forth...
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Fecundity
They started with crude tools. They were very good at killing. They were also very good at loving and dreaming and sharing. They gathered in clumps which occasionally fissioned and fissioned, yeasty like, until they were all over the place. They master...
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oopas
An ink black teardrop hangs, surrounded by oopas of the same shade, and collapses into a dot. The oopas cheer. A question mark wavers above the dot until it realizes it resembles the oopas! It is welcomed into their fold and they rock and roll. The cal...
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Behind the Blue Door
Bob, you lucked out. For me, it was the blue door. Had I known what was behind it, I would never have opened it. All morning, passing along the hall, I stared at the door with every ounce of my attention. I was transfixed. I caved in. The sign on the d...
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Angels for the Needy in Flight
“Blake?” It’s the mission coordinator. “Look at me, can you look at me? Ok, buddy. You were hit by an Angels for the Needy relief plane. Yes, bud, the one with the weird Christmas music nobody can hear in the sky and the garish ...
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The Buddhist's Dilemma
“I shall not kill any living creature, personally nor by proxy.” The Buddhist spoke, even as cockroaches crawled over his zazen form in the middle of his New York City apartment. “Then why the hell did you call me?” asked Deuce ...
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The Doomsayer
As always, the streets are crowded with taxis and expensive cars. As always, the sidewalks seethe with pedestrians. As always, the doomsayer wades through the tide of humanity with his message of catastrophe. “Bomb Alice and Atlas! Topple the Tot...
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Coffee Break at the Collider
“Are we playing God here?” “No.” “No? Smashing shit together just to see what comes out isn’t playing God?” “No. God would have more finesse. We are children cracking open clams for pearls.” “...
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Reality Tripping
…you face a desperado whipping out good ol’ six-shooters hip squirting water onto laughing children tumbling onto grass burning lava blackening skin yelling at mausoleum insects sliding along weird buccaneer whims while hunters slaughter po...
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Angels for the Needy
“Honey.” It’s your mother. “Look at me, can you look at me? Ok, honey. You were hit by an Angels for the Needy truck. Yes, honey, that’s right the trucks with the weird Christmas music even if it’s the middle of July...
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The Captain, The Blogger
The Captain also spent most of his time in his quarters, crouched over the console. Everyone on the USS Crusher read his blog. Some even bought his DVDs and his fictional memoir as seen from the eyes of a cast member in a television show a spaceship th...
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The Death of Awesome
I contributed to the Death of Awesome! http://www.protagonize.com/story/the-death-of-awesome
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It's a Gas!
In the cereal aisle a fart is heard. Jack turns to her with a smile, “It’s a normal bodily function. When it demands to be heard, it is heard.” Jill vehemently shakes her head. “It’s just something you don’t do in public!” She wrings her ...
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The Good-Bye
Sean, The side not facing the barrel, naturally. Of course things were much simpler; we didn’t have to kill anyone to stay alive. Playing Cowboys and Indians never prepared us for the reality. This is a complex world, Sean. This ain’t the D...
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Battle Royale
And then there were two. The smell of blood was almost indistinguishable in the salt wind. Surf crashed against the beach, sending fingers of foam greedily grasping at the tide line. Lisa stood on the baking sand, a knife in hand. The strong wind stirr...
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The Dark Matter Bificurator
Well, it seemed Kyle had managed to build a dark matter bificurator, and it was all Jeron could do not to gape in astonishment as the machine started up. It crackled with blue lightning which arced along the array of tesla coils spiraling its massive d...
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One Thousand Twenty-Six
Well, isn’t it easy? A love story made people in the space of 1024 characters. Victory is salty.
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The Pedestrian
He picked up a pair of baby shoes that had somehow found its way to the top of an overflowing trash can. He looked at the shoes for a long moment, trying to decipher its history. Realizing doing so was a paper chase through the fecundity of his inventi...
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MIDGET SEX!!!
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The Collapse
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Whirling Knives
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Psycombat
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Heists for Guns
Johnny Reznor walked into Munitions Unlimited Inc. and ordered an Infinity Series no. 2. The receptionist looked him up and down and sneered. “I’m sorry, sir, that would require much more money than you are used—” “Cash,”...
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The Ribbon
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Metamorphosis
It ran from her in rivulets, twirling in the fantastic gravities of the supercluster. Most of it boiled away in the heat, but what thin streams remained flowed long and strong, flickering with shoals of worlds, alien yet familiar in their patterns. Upo...
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The Infinity Series No. 1
For an upgrade you may elect to purchase a planet. Yes, you heard me right! In addition to the unlimited range miniature wormhole embedded inside the Infinity Series No. 1, the package includes a planetwide ammo storehouse. A tungsten alloy rail circle...
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Adverts in Action
The wino drudges in the downpour, a bottle of cheap wine affixed to his lips. He tucks his coat close in and steadies his battered hat as he dodges the adverts. The adverts swarm the wino, curling around his head like luminous sea creatures. Their sens...
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Advert
Powered by lithium aluminosilicate coated nanowires, the pulses from a precision made nano transistor processor will regulate the configuration of the nanotubes, causing them to stiffen in any position as needed. A rotaxane engine, not unlike a propell...
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The Tome of Time
Dripping, mouldy Chester Chadwick emerged from his final resting place, brushed the dirt from his decayed trousers, and surveyed the seedy graveyard with a critical eye. He observed jagged yellow tombstones covered with undecipherable writings jutting ...
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With a Whimper
The city is quieter than ever. It is strange to not see any cars queuing at the McDonald’s across the street. A newspaper pirouettes on the asphalt, its folds following complicated patterns of the robust wind. In the backyard my dogs circle well ...