Posted in fiction, tagged 100 words, perils series on 18 April 2008 | 2 Comments »
Sure I was lucky. I knew it. I’d won the genetic lottery. I had a pair of working wings growing out of my shouler blades. I kept them folded up under my shirt so no one knew. It was a delicious secret. I never showed anyone my wings. I used to fly around at night. [...]
Posted in fiction, tagged 100 words, perils series on 8 March 2008 | No Comments »
Five times a day, sometimes more, I showered: before breakfast, after breakfast, midday, early evening, and just before bed. Also, baths, twice a day: after lunch and during the evening meal. I washed my hands at least hourly. I bought soap only when it was heavily discounted. All this disowning of dirt contributed to my [...]
Posted in fiction, tagged 100 words, perils series on 29 February 2008 | 1 Comment »
I won the lottery. Two dollars. A one hundred percent return on my investment. I was flush with smugness and contentment. Until my relatives found out. Then I had no peace: Can you lend me a dime? Just until payday? Please? I spent hours prioritizing requests for help. And that was before my interview on [...]
Posted in fiction, tagged 100 words, perils series on 24 February 2008 | 2 Comments »
We were a close knit group in those days, spending our working hours several floors underground. We knew close to a hundred languages between us, which allowed us to translate any document that came our way during the conflict. That is, until our commander brought us an intercepted missive and told us it was top [...]
Posted in fiction, tagged 100 words, perils series on 20 February 2008 | 1 Comment »
The eclipse stained the moon copper, then the color dripped from the moon’s face like water streaming over a stone in a river. We watched as velvet folds of red light draped the sky then slowly descended over us and seeped into our mouths, noses, and ears. A brief panic ensued. But soon we accepted [...]
Posted in writing, tagged 100 words on 9 February 2008 | No Comments »
Always affirm an adequate and acceptable airing before betraying benign colleagues. Collecting cotton cushions doesn’t deny deregulation. Excessive excuses eventually erode fundamentally flattering failings. Gather goslings. Go gain humid hues. Houses have heavy hours inside. Illicit incidents incorporate industrial jokes. Jesters jeer. Jellyfish jam. Killing kippers likely leaves little lavender lore. Lemon loves life. Lean [...]
Posted in fiction, tagged 100 words, perils series on 4 February 2008 | No Comments »
The guy who created me did no back story on me. Not his fault. The deadline was tight, and the project was work for hire: a quick movie novelization. He had every reason to devote less time and energy to my particulars than he would normally have done. Only thing is, he didn’t give me [...]
