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Gremlin's Philosophy

A Cuckoo Sings Inside Me

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Literature

The Writing on the Wall CH1

Three raps at the door.  Each of them was like the sharp, staccato footsteps of Old Lady Tessernack, her gnarled cane just outside the sinister rhythm.  I held my breath, cheeks bulging, and shut my eyes tight. Even with my back pressed firmly against the back wall, I couldn't get far enough away.  Three more raps.  Never more than three, never less.  The cement was hard and cold through my back, but I didn't move.  Didn't shift.  For all I knew, he could smell me, or sense movement through the door. Then my brain decided to let me know just how little it cared for me by

The Writing on the Wall

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Battle?

100 Themes

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Taivuttaa:Practice

Vesi Vanhin Voitehista

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Literature

Contra-Bandy ch1

Like lots of things, it began with a mistake.  For one thing, I never should have bought a PC game that came in a clear plastic sleeve.  At the time, I'd just thought, okay, it's bootleg, underworld's finest and a poor guy's best friend.  The unmissable lack of box art and indeed a box were pretty glaring clues.  But that was fine with me, I worked as a gas station attendant with crappy hours and worse pay.  Most of the games clogging up my computer were gifts or pirate booty.  I justified it to my roommate Shawn by telling him that they were as legitimate as the word processor that I used to write my term papers.  Guess where I got that. An

Contra-Bandy

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Literature

Buckley's Chance_Level 1

My stomach made a sound that belonged in a kid's cartoon.  I glanced down at it, then lifted my shirt to flash my appendix scar at the room.  No one ever noticed when I showed skin anymore.  They used to form queues, so my ego took it as a bit of a blow when no one even blinked at me.  I would have taken my shirt off to see what would happen, but then I remembered that I was by myself. So probably nothing would happen. I yawned, letting my mouth open in a long gaping hole that made my jaw creak.  It was… Friday.  Maybe.  Or it could have been Saturday.  My

Buckley's Chance

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Something's Gonna Happen Soon

Spin NaNoWriMo

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Literature

Having a Ramble

Funny, the things we love in people.  You, especially.  I could list the things about you what drive me upside crazy.  All those silly tics that you don't even catch yourself indulging in. You like scary films, even though they give you nightmares.  I know it's daft.  But I love the way you bite your fingers whenever one has you tipping your chair in terror.  Like it's real.  Only there's this little smile that hides in a corner of your mouth, the one that I can see without even turning my head.  It's that little smile that reminds me that it's just a game. I love that you hate dogs.  I see you lie about the reasons, but I think I've sussed

Fiction Miscellany

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This Way

Riley

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Literature

Frog Tails Day 1

"Place your trust in the spoken word Love is more effective as a verb Keep your head above the mob Don't let them steal your faith from God" My dad wrote that.  He was a poet once, though it's a rare person who could pass on that information.  When I asked him why he stopped writing poems, he said that when my mother died, his muse left him to become a drunk so he wouldn't do that to me.  A poet he remains, but his pen embraced the less artistic role of signing checks and field trip permission slips a long time ago. It had been quite a few years since the last permission slip.  Signatures were still something he had to offer me, however.

Frog Tails -unfinished-

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Passing Signs Of Edges

Passing Signs of Edges

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Literature

TF2 the Animated Series OP

I can clean this up later when I can sit down with Саша (not the gun) and get his feedback.  For now, it exists in my slightly addle-pated notes. Since every animated series opening has to have a good theme song, I felt quite lucky to come across this: http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/253233  For anyone not familiar with Team Fortress 2, it's an awesome cover of the game's theme song and well worth a listen in its own right.  I advise doing so at least for the sake of reading this, even if the style of music isn't your thing.  It won't make as much sense otherwise. On with the notes! [Excised gibberish and fum

Team Fortress 2

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Literature

Goodbye, Hello

A week passed without any major problems, which was possibly the reason that the flowers took me by surprise.  While I'd been sick, I'd made Giovanni promise not to visit me at work, and school had mostly been… normal.  He'd brought me soup for lunch once, which had just given rise to a few comments, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle with a straight face.  Sometimes that part was difficult.  Dumb comments were funnier when I remembered that Giovanni wasn't interested in me the way some other people assumed he was. At least, not actively. I honestly thought he just didn't understand. &

Someone Else's Love Story

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Literature

Hollowmark and Lovelace 1

Chapter One January 5th : Routine The damp earth in my hand made the air feel clammy.  Not far from me, the priest's voice sounded as though it was muffled by seawater as he droned the appropriate things.  I stared hard at the casket they'd already lowered into the grave.  The casket wasn't particularly remarkable, and the grave was exactly as deep as one should be.  Dreary and plain as dry toast. "Pathetic, really.  That it should come to this," I said quietly, lifting my eyes to fix them on my partner's freshly carved tombstone.  Someone had remembered to insist upon that ridiculous middle initial, most likely it had been me.  "Absolutel

Hollowmark and Lovelace

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Literature

Desert Dogma Chapter 1

Chapter One: En Route Hot wind and sand worked their way into every crevice.  A dramatic change indeed.  It was what she had wanted.  Mercy Deering pressed her lips into a thin line, trusting her goggles to keep the sand out of her eyes at least. It amazed her how such a wide, unending space could be so empty.  Nothing but sand and brush as far as the eye could see.  Her boots clanked against the back of the jeep as it bumped along the primitive excuse for a path.  The steady rhythm of it might have rocked her to sleep if not for the blinding white light of the sun. She gritted her teeth.  The light was bad enough, breaking through the tin

Desert Dogma

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Breaking Things mock cover

Scraps

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