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The Last StarshipThe countdown began on the seventh day. The Bridge was full of Pilots and Technicians; the ship shuddered intermittently as they slowed. They could barely see the little black blotches against the stars that would blossom into fully-fledged ships, and the red pentagon of the receiving Gate growing closer and closer.The Last Starship
Dunamis leaned over the console re-checking coordinates and reading the wormhole's status. The star was now so massive that it filled the entire viewscreen; a pulsing white ball of light, surrounded by a Dyson's Sphere, which collected its energy for use in the fleet.
The ship shuddered again, and again,
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An Ode to Eva IWhiskers a-bristle with the search for knowledge, my little Sacagawea pursues migratory bread crumbs over the tabletop.An Ode to Eva I
Sometimes, as though trying for the part of Oliver Twist, she clasps pink hands together beneath her chin, and begs for oatmeal.
Best of all is the way she folds up into my palm, perfectly. A fluffy lump with eyes, who peers between thumb and index finger while kicking her hind feet (impatient for the hunt).
Her breed is one of pessimists, of snappers, pissers, jumpers, Houdinis, and paranoid
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EchoesI'm all flailing arms inside, and outside, grim silence. In the deep dark recesses behind my teeth, the echoes of my cries ring off forever, fainter and fainter, until they reach my mouth, wherein they die (curling, like gray ashes) on the tip of my tongue.Echoes
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After the Dial Tonei. Strangers passing in a crowded room shouldn’t look at each other or inspire more than a first impression. Your smile is too forward, ma’am. It’s not fitting in people our age.After the Dial Tone
But it’s so funny how familiar you look. I remember Christmases at ninety degrees and red satin bows; you’re up to your ankles in crumpled pictures of Santa.
And do you recall February mornings, standing at the end of the limestone-white driveway, noses cherry red as the bus (dim and far) trundled, groaned, rattled like an
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-Frank Lloyd Wright
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Everyone's kid is so special. Makes you wonder where all the ordinary adults come from.
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"Seeing" the UNusual...EVERY DAY
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Everyone's kid is so special. Makes you wonder where all the ordinary adults come from.
And the little dialogue you wrote just above is exactly what it said in so many words. EPIC.
Thank you for sharing it
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Everyone's kid is so special. Makes you wonder where all the ordinary adults come from.
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It's a great scene from the otherwise not-so-great movie adaptation of 'De Ontdekking van de Hemel', or 'The Discovery of Heaven', which is by many considered to be a masterpiece of Dutch literature. It's the scene in which Heaven is actually discovered (no kidding). Also, angels are awesome as dudes in black robes. The original Men In Black.
Dunno why I'm sending this. Perhaps to motivate you for NaNoWriMo, what with it being an adaption from a literary work, but then again, it's me who needs motivating. :/
OH IT ALSO FEATURES STEPHEN FRY. Not in this scene though, regrettably.
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I EAT DANGER AND SHIT BULLETS
You have no idea how it inspired me. I had the coolest dream last night wherein Death was wearing the same outfit those angels were wearing. And he was off killing people who had offended Heaven.
...and I will relate the rest in my journal, but suffice to say, I just had the BEST STORY IDEA EVAR.
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Everyone's kid is so special. Makes you wonder where all the ordinary adults come from.
And I'm glad it inspired you!
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