Stories tagged “avatar”
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Recognizable Face (avatar)
Yeah, that’s me. I was having a good hair day. I took several pictures until I got the angle, the smile, and the lighting just right. It’s how I want to be seen. ______________________________________________________________________ I had b...
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Initially Speaking
Once I decided that my penname stuck, I realized something: it was just a teeny bit intimidating to try and read, and just a little cumbersome to type. So I eventaully decided to sign off on things as “g2 (lpi).” Just a few keystrokes, noth...
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Belonging to Raven
Arriving in this city I’d never visited before was a homecoming. This place, most of a world away from my birthplace, and related to me in no obvious way, was where I belonged. My sore heart rejoiced to be back and my soul was soothed by the fami...
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bluefish - avatar challenge
The image flickered on the green-washed screen of the old monitor, rolling bars all but obscuring the smiling cartoon fish that had once been blue, the background painted an unhealthy yellow-green by the screen’s limited colors. It was a monitor ...
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Pixel Potential
No, not that nose. The other one. Yeah. That looks a little more like me. A little. Less zits and rosacea, and I wouldn’t be caught dead with my real nose, but the face I’ve managed on the screen is a nice similarity. Maybe I could look lik...
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A matter of time
Come write, she said, and nudged me onto the stage. I shivered momentarily, blinked into the glare of the lights, scrabbled for a costume. Held up a few against me. They revealed stories I wasn’t ready to tell. Til I found the small spotted thing...
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Laughing Boy
Laughing Boy, Guild craftsman and scion of royalty, strode into the castle yard. The sun sparkled over the bay, sending sparks of glare back to the sky. Sunbeams washed over his silvery skin with a lustrous glow. He looked to the sun, letting it bathe ...
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My Avatar is my... Name
Hidden in plain sight, my true identity prowls through Ficly, with the cloak of Pareidolia hanging on his shoulders, careful not to be seen, yet proud to use his true name. Pretending to be something which he is not, Stretched and squeezed until he is...
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Broccoli
Once upon a time, this little sprig of broccoli could have risen no higher than a fiber-rich substance. It was quite a dead-end career, so to speak. But that was once upon a time, as fairytales are so quick to remind us. And now, this sprig of broccoli...
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I'm Back
The Note Writer was somewhere in the Internet. He wasn’t exactly sure where, but he would be able to figure that out. He as currently walking down a road. Walking beside him was Burner of Notes, his alter ego. “So, I’ve finally decide...