Showing posts with label minifiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label minifiction. Show all posts

Puesta en escena

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, October 07, 2010

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Tal vez era el olor a tráfico vespertino, o algo en el retumbar constante del esfalto, solo se que algo en ese puente se sentía extraño. No, más bien familiar. Se sentía como uno de esos lugares donde puedes tirarte al suelo, acurrucarte en una esquina y dejar la mente ir, uno de esos escondites que en la infancia llamaba hogar. No, hogar no es la palabra, pero no se me ocurre ninguna mejor. Lo que sucede es que en verdad no hay nadie, los pasajeros del puente peatonal son efímeros, son... pasajeros. Es uno de esos escondites a la vista de todos, ya que nadie nunca está en un puente, solo se pasa.

-Los puentes peatonales son lugares muy solos ¿no? Nunca nadie está de verdad aquí, solo se pasa- dijo mi voz mientras yo sostenía cables y unos audifonos

-Sube el volúmen para el efecto del tráfico- dijo el director sin soltar la cámara

-Pero los puentes te sirven para ir de un punto a otro, para avanzar- dijo iluminación volteando con todo y pantalla a la escena pero dirigiendose a mí, tratando de sonar tan casualmente profunda como mi altanero comentario; sin lograr más que sonar como Osho para la vida, o algo similar.

-Pero... no deja de estar solo- dijo producción mientras continuaba los planos de las siguientes tomas.

No pude evitar más que remitirme a lo que son los puentes y la vida. Uno solo pasa, su viaje es efímero, y pocas veces nos paramos a ver el tráfico de hoy, o el cielo, o los graffitis locales, o las ganas de saltar y salir de la jaula. Somos pasajeros, y estamos solos...

-Luces, audio, cámara... ACCIÓN-

Beauty and Bestiality

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Monday, February 08, 2010

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And so, tired of his new and tasteless body, he searched the leather leash within the dark and silent corners of his castle. He found it among other pointy and leather toys, he took it and went back to his room, where his woman sited.

He entered the room, kneed and showed the leash

"Loved Beauty, for old times sake, oblige some discipline, please"

She took it and tied it to his neck.
"In you four legs beast!"

NOW they were happily ever after.

CB, come back

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, February 04, 2010

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Es cómico como el cielo azul intenso, los campos verdes a los lados y todo un camino adelante me es deprimente. Y es tu culpa, porque cuando vinimos aquí por primera vez había una tormenta espantosa y un aire que movía el carro, y aún así el kilometro 324 de esta carretera fue el lugar más comodo y seguro del mundo.

El problema contigo es que no me importas, me da igual que te largaras. Lo que me molesta es que ya no hay con quien emborracharse y correr en medio del bosque, se acabaron los sábados de escaparnos y olvidar el mundo. Se acabaron los pleitos tendidos a gritos que acababan en caricias desgarradoras y gemidos frenéticos. Ahora, ¿quién va a pelear conmigo?

Y desde un principio fuimos claros, nada de cursilerias, pero ¡chingado!, como extraño sentir el bulto roncador al otro lado de la cama. También extraño tu nesedad y fijación por discutir de cualquier tontería. Para que entiendas mi asquerosa melancolía, hasta extraño tus sopas de tomate que sabian a cebolla.

Por lo que más te odio es que me dabas la ridícula sensación de estar completa, que cuando estbas tu todo estaba bien. Pero te fuiste cabron. Y me jode que no llueva, y te maldifo por traerme al kilometro 324, te llevaste tu balbuceo y tu habilidad de perderte en carreteras de uns olo camino. Te llevaste el sabor a café.

Rob's sad case

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Friday, December 04, 2009

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"Tell me Mister Ackroyd, have you ever felt like you can scream at the top of your lungs, go out to the street and wake up every single dog and cat in the city, that you can keep screaming until blood came out of your guts and your were so sore you no longer felt anything, that you could keep on screaming and yelling and cursing until there was not one single particle of dust left of you... and still there was nobody listening?" asked Rob from his desk

Mr. Ackroyd remained quiet.

"No?" Rob turned in his chair to look to his friend "I guess you'll tell me when you're ready" Rod went back to his work.

Mr. Ackroyd, the garden gnome, never answered back.

Se marchó

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Sunday, November 22, 2009

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Me mira a los ojos y me fulmina.

-Fondo azul y gélido. Martillo enorme rompe silla de hielo y se retrasa el tiempo-

Ella me ve y trata de buscar en mi alguna razón para no embestirme y salir corriendo y no ver atras

-Girasol se marchita rapidamente y del residuo sale un escarabajo, la toma se vuelve a blanco y negro y el escarabajo sale volando.

Yo no creo ser quien la pueda mantener aquí. No somos algo que prometa volverse real, o volverse una razón. Ella busca una razón.

- enfoque a un grano de arena en el desierto, solo se peude escuchar el viento, finalmente el grano se vuela.

Creo que lleva buscando ya mucho tiempo una excusa, una justificación para no huir y nunca volver, necesitaba algo que la anclara. También creo que acabo de romper su falsa sensación de pertenencia.

Mientras, ella solo me fulmina y entiende que yo lo sé, entiende que yo soy conciente de lo que acabo de arruinar y que terminé su busqueda por una razón. Me mira con odio y con gratitud.

-una botella cae al suelo y se rompe, el tiempo se detiene y los pedazos no se separan pero el vino se siue derramando, finalmente los pedazos se separan.



Entonces me da una ultima mirada de soslayo y continua caminando por el pasillo. Al final solo puedo escuchar sus tacones en su -clac clac- tan apresurado y arritmico como siempre. Nunca lo volveré a ver.

- niña a la cual solo se ve de los labios hacia abajo toma una flor, arranca unos petalos, se la pasa por los labios y finalmente la tira al suelo molesta. Se da la vuelta y camina lejos de la camara.


Fin

Recurrent dreams

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Monday, November 16, 2009

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I sometimes day dream that I go back to that moment where he spoke of pedophiles and such and I tell him to fuck off
"what the hell?!" he complains, because he obviously doesn't know what's coming next
"Do you really meant what you just said?" I ask, he doesn't know it is an ultimatum
"Well, yes why?" he says, because in my dream people actually do what they would in reality (at least at the beginning)
"Well f* you very very much"

And then I storm out and let them say whatever they'll have to say, because from that moment on I'm at war. I don't need them, or anyone else for that matter. And so I begin this huge campaign, I make drama and whatever needs to be made in the streets and make a huge media buzz. I appear on the radio and make it to nationals, because I no longer care and this is what I'm doing.

And I know that at first it will be out of surprise and it won't be that hard. But later they'll hate me, and they'll hurt me and try to destroy me. But it won't matter because their hate will deflect, because anyone who's not with me is against me, at this point I will know that is very radical of me, but that will be the only way to keep going, to be radical and fight with all that is left.

I will be out of friends and full of foes, and that will be exactly what I was aiming for, because this war was not really about the cause, but for me. So I fight and take it to international institutions, which won't really do much but will still have some role into it, and I will then be tired, really tired and near to forget what the whole fuss was for. But I will remember, I will bring back the main drive: I do this to destroy myself.

Because this war didn't really need to be fought, but I will. I will be shred into pieces, because even if I will never admit it, they will affect me, and eventually destroy me. And so this war will end with me trying to save the remaining pieces of what I was, and glue them with desperation and anguish, because I know that will never be me, nevermore. And then the thousand eyes will look away because I won't have it in me to keep on fighting.

And there will be no turning back because I already destroyed whatever there was to turn back to. I will be shattered and lonely, and finally I will be lured into the darkness like I always wanted. But unlike in my hopes, there will be no safe rope to come back, that is now way to sink into the dark side. I will enter deep and dark, and I will do things no person should, and see things I would not have been able to imagine. And I will believe to have touched bottom, to then being able to find new depths.

Then there will be nothing in me that is able to come out of that, and I will be simply lying near dead in a lonely alley being food to rats. And only then will I finally be out of reach, out of redemption, free of whatever plot device might be used to heal me and bring me back to good; I will be finished for good.


But then I wake up from the daydream and realize I'm too coward to do that, or so I tell myself. And then I think what a horrendous end would that be, secretly wishing for the right timing to begin the war against myself, at last my great perhaps.




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Patronizing truths

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in , | Posted on Saturday, November 14, 2009

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ROSES AND SORROWS the Soap Opera

ROMINA: Tell me Charles Edward, tell me for once and for all why is that you can't marry me?! (she sounds desperate)

CHARLES EDWARD: Romina Rose, you know I love you, but I bare a terrible secret, I could never be with you having this weight upon me

ROMINA: Then just tell me the secret and let's love each other for all eternity!

CHARLES EDWARD: I...I... This secret will also concern you now Romina...

ROMINA: I don't care! Tell me, free your lips of that seal!

CHARLES EDWARD: You are right, at last will I be free, Romina... do you remember my twin brother,who died? Well he didn't die he....


WE INTERRUPT THIS RADIO SOAP FOR URGENT NEWS


URGENT NEWS--------------------

There has been a sudden rampage of fictional attacks in all the city. Up until this time 16:49 there has been an imaginary amount of reports, all people who survived the fictional attacks. The police has been able to not help some of the cases, but the attackers work too fast, say the police. All around the city this said attackers have been described to be imaginary, so we think they are armed and very dangerous.

Do not panic, follow the recommendations and stay at home, avoid any contact with illusory strangers and under no fake circumstance go out to the streets alone.The authorities are doing an nonexistent effort to stop this outrageous assaults. Specialists say this fictional attacks are being caused by creativity and imagination, so in behalf of the government and peace all citizens will be asked to stop inventing and dreaming, and so will the attacks cease.


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NOW WE CONTINUE WITH YOUR NORMAL SCHEDULE

ROMINA: I can't believe this

CHARLES EDWARD: I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before

ROMINA: How long will this farce continue?

CHARLES EDWARD: For as long as they buy it

ROMINA: Will it then be over?

CHARLES EDWARD: There is no then.

Class chat

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Monday, November 02, 2009

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I've been chatting with this french guy for some weeks now...

Great... is he hot?

Yea...

But wait... isn't your Russian better than your French?

What do you mean?

That you thought merci meant hello...

Well... the thing is that we don't talk too much

How is that?

Skype... web cams... em...

OMG! Isn't it weird?

It was... but whatever, our body language is sort of enough... hahaha

I don't really want to know more...

O c'ommon... hey, by the way... who is Jaime Toi?

Who..?

Jaime Toi

...What are you talking about?

Idk, he just keeps mentioning him, I think it's supposed to be some lame french joke... anyway, I think I'll just stop talking to him, it's sort of getting boring.

Jaime Toi?

Yep...

Don't you mean J'aime toi?

What?

...

Stranger across the wall

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in , | Posted on Saturday, October 17, 2009

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Who is that person?

He is just standing there, staring at me blankly. He looks familiar, I won't deny it, but still I don't recognize him.

He looks me in the eye and I look back, but nothing is said. Neither of us recognize each other, and there is no one else in the room, just he and I.

His deep dark eyes don't move an inch, they don't hesitate at my presence and continue to beam me, deep into me, deep like no other person, yet we don't know each other.

After a while I start to notice his body, it looks so strange, figures that I'm not used to, colors that I don't recognize as mine. He looks at me and I just contemplate his gaze, his foreign essence in front of me. He is like nothing I know, yet he is supposed to be a familiar image.

I open my mouth to say something, I'm not sure what but I do. He does too, his movements seem inarticulate, I wait for him to say something but he doesn't. Then I raise my arm to reach him, he is so very close; he does it too. We touch, it is cold and lacks electricity.

I see no point on continuing the interaction with the stranger and turn around, and walk away from the mirror.



Lunch hour creeps

Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, October 13, 2009

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Girl, you won't believe what happen just two hours ago... seriously

I was at the cafeteria, minding my own business, and of course I by myself because you bitches were probably tramping over the place. As I was eating my sandwich, home made by my mama, who you know makes the best roast beef you've ever tasted, this guy stares at me. You know, first I though "That boy's up to no good", 'cause you know I can feel this things, I just know, I just know; like that time at the mall, when I predicted that girl was a size four lying to be a two.

But whatever, I just kept minding my own business while Mr. Gotta-lot-to-do kept staring. For a second I thought he was into me, because you gotta admit, you don't stare at the window unless you wanna buy it, but he was way too creepy. Just imagine a black Tom Cruise with no hair, no cute button eyes, and no style... yea a plain goddamn midget. The point is that after like two minutes of being really uncomfortable, the little guy gets up from his table and comes directly to me.

"Hey babe" he said
"Excuse me?!" no dwarf was allowed to go around calling me babe
"How about you give me some of that meat of yours" he said, with the grossest chuckle you can possible imagine
"That's just nasty..." I said, who the hell did he think he was? "Get you own sandwich bitch" Can you believe that guy?





Tus sueños

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, September 15, 2009

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Y fue entonces cuando la vio, como si toda la luz de la habitación se hubiera concentrado allí y solo allí. De pronto todas las otras polvorientas cajas no eran más que cachibaches, chucherías y otras cosas que no eran precisamente sus sueños.

Y como Pandora, se dirigió hacia el contenedor con la inscripción clara "Tus sueños se encuentran dentro" y claro que no esperaba que al abrirlo una dimensión paralela se abriría rebelando un lugar feliz, ya no era una niña, pero el simple hecho que apareciera frente a ella era como una señal.

Se arrodillo en la rugosa alfombra para tomar la caja, y recordó como en las películas siempre el protagonista se tomaba su tiempo para hacer este tipo de cosas, y entonces meditó por cuanto debería esperar. Concluyó en hacerlo lo más pronto posible, no se podía tratar de algo tan grandioso de estar en ese almacén. Entonces tomó las tapas, de un movimiento las abrió de par en par, y no pudo más que gritar horrorizada al darse cuenta que dentro de la caja no había nada más que


...



[protect me from what I want]
by I'm the penguin

Of censorship

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Thursday, August 20, 2009

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Leaves
"What happened to all the statues' crotches Father?" asked the man, regarding the lack of manhood in the sculptures
"Oh, we had to do something about those roman nudists, so we placed instead a concrete leaf, much more descrete" explained the Father "It is for the children you know, we don't know what those sculptures will do to their minds"
"You're right" agreed the man "That should cause less confusion when they shower"


She never noticed
She then looked at her son, and noticed for the first time a piercing in his left ear, then she came closer and saw a tatto coming from his neck. She was horrorized, but now was not the time to wonder about that, she was too busy juggling her Sunday school friends, the fact that she never new her son did drugs untill last night, and the people from the morgue who had been waiting for an hour now.



by I'm the penguin




Human after all

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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How I changed

It was in a day like this that i decided to take form, to become a human of flesh and bone.

It happened like things ususally do


yellow trance essense trash lie aura emotion

flying machinery stop go red     rum for will

flat beautiful bird strike pain eye bleed

air burn nose bleed heartbeat strange joyous

ambition generation hold high feel dirt


And for a moment i doubted, then I couldn't stop but to try and be something else.





And then kiss me

“I don’t know if this will work, with all your baggage, all my issues, we’re just too broken to try to fit together” she said, looking at him in desperation

“But” he sighed “I think we can do it, I just…” he said in pain, looking away

“Don’t you like me?” she asked confronting him

“I do” he said, then he opened his mouth to say nothing

“Then kiss me” she said

“I can’t…” he said “it’s this terrible migraine”

“Be man enough to say no, you don’t kiss with the head” she said, about to run away for the last time

“When I kiss you, I don’t use my lips” he said. That made her wait

“I mean, not just with the lips. I kiss you with my heart that goes off a thousand beats per second as soon as I touch you. I kiss you with my knees that shake crazy when I get near your face. I kiss you with my guts that squish and tickle just to hear your breath. And yes, I kiss you with my head when our lips meet and I go to another world, where there is nothing, not a single particle in the universe but us two.” 


Coin
That coin once belonged to the first person who ever was, he was accused of greed and punished with dead. 




by I'm the penguin

Porfavor, ya no sigas

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in , | Posted on Tuesday, May 05, 2009

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There is so much to say and so little words to express it, so many stories to tell and so little time for them, so much reality disguised as fiction, and so few to notice it.

What can I say today?

I can say that I'm de devil's lawyer, defender of lost causes and court prosecutor. There is no better feeling than to fight for a cause you don't believe in, just to put one more trophy on the board, just to find more words, more listeners, more masks. And to keep fighting I would even brawl myself against a my most nobel cause, just for the feeling of it. That's why it comes handy to have no say and no name, you always need a convincing identity.

Aujourd'hui je peux dire égalment que...

Il faut d'être interdit pour des pingouins de voler près de les étoiles. À partir du 
début, l'univers se leur a  interdit pour une raison, maintenant qu'ils ont décuvert
des ailes de cire, ils devraient mettre en garde de ne pas voler à proximité des étoiles, il 
finit toujours mal. Mais ils savent, on peux voir la lueur dans leurs yeux quand ils tombent, ils savaient que cela dépenser plus que prévu, et a été la chute, toujours est venu par surprise

También puedo hablar por las voces en mi cabeza.

Esa mancha no se va a ir

-No importa que tanto intentes, las manchas no se van a ir- dijo la voz, amarga e intangible; mientras que ella tallaba a gatas el suelo.

E intentaba e intentaba, tallaba, rascaba, con escoba y cepillo, lija y piedras. Pero nada servia, las manchas estaban ahí, y seguían ahí, y no se iban, no se iban. Ella no podía parar, todo su ser se tronaba y retorcia por la sola idea de que las manchas ahí siguieran, no las veía, no las olía, ni las escuchaba, pero las manchas ahí seguian, pegadas al suelo, pegadas a ella. Y ella insistía.

-Deja así, ponle un tapete en cima y ya- decía la voz, convencida de que solo la atormentaría más. -No puedo- lloraba la angustiada mujer -No puedo- y seguía fregando, echando cloros y vinagres al suelo, para quitar esas horribles manchas; pero solo habia logrado picarse la piel. -Es como el acido a las piedras, esta penetrado, impregnado, ya son uno con el suelo- decía la voz mientras ella usaba u rastrillo de metal. 

No se preguntaba si algún día se irían, no se cuestionaba siquiera el hecho de si se podían quitar, ella solo seguía fregando, dejando la vida en cada tallada. De hecho, sabía muy en el fondo que esos manchones seguirían ahí, aún cuando se desfalleciera del cansancio, aún cuando ya no hubiera más en ella para seguir trajinando. Ella sabía que más allá de su muerte, las manchas seguirían ahí, y ella seguiría intentando borrarlas.

-Hija, las manchas ahi van a estar, por más que puedas quitar la sangre, la muerte de un hijo ahí se queda- le decía la voz




By I'm the penguin

Another heart breaks, another head aches

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in , | Posted on Thursday, April 09, 2009

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No doubts, no mistrust
-Mom?
-Honey! It's been so long since you called! How are you?
-Like shit mom
-Why?
-Remember my girlfriend Susan?
-Yes...
-Well, we weren't planning to have a family or anything, and it turns out she's pregnat
-...
-...
-Oh, I'm so sorry Kimberly!


Happily never after
So, after he got her the crystal shoe back on her foot, and had the wedding, she moved into the castle. It turned out that she hadn't been the only chosen one, in fact she learned that while in Arabia, Prince Charming took up a lot of traditions, one being the Harems. She passed from serving her step-family to being confined in a castle with twelf other maids who had as well thought they were special, who thought this was actually their happy ending. It wasn't.

But growing up in the poverty, surrounded by crazy animals and bitchy sisters, Cinderella knew how to deal with the bitches. So it didn't took long for things to heat up, and she had to do what she had to do to be the only one, to be special; only that, the prince didn't took it that way. He saw murder in her deep intentions of true love. The whole army of Princecharmingland was after her. So she became a refugee, hiding, perfecting her killing skills. For a while she remained lost, untill she became Europe's most wanted killer, she was a femme fatal.

Now, Cinderella headed to Princecharmingland, she was going to the official ball to get the prince a (new) bride. She was ready, but this time she needed no help from the little animals of the forest.


Bloody mistress
"What's with that woman you've been seeing recently?" she asked, thinking she was throwing him off place. "What do you mean?" he said, wich only made her madder, how dares he to play stupid when he was so public about it? "I know it's only been a few months, but don't we have a future? Aren't we too old to be unfaithful?" she said, showing him pictures of him with a blond woman in a caffé, kissing.

"I see" he said, taking a few moments to think how was he going to say what came next "You see, this woman here, is my wife" he said, looking her at the eye. "I have been cheating on her with you, you are nothing but my mistress" he said, no compassion on the stabbing. "You said she had..." she stuttered.

"Darling, it took you five months to notice I was with other, of course you were going to believe I was a widow, you have to admit you are a desperate slut" he said, tucking up his shirt. "I..." she was speechless. "Now be a doll and don't tell anyone, you would only embarras yourself" he said, walking out of the door.

"See you next friday, wear that sexy black dress" he said, leaving a hundred dollar bill on the counter as he left.




By I'm the penguin

About introductions and whores

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in , | Posted on Saturday, March 14, 2009

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Jimmy and his uncareful wish
One day,  Jimmy was walking in the woods, all by himslef, when all of the sudden the encountered a nut of golden cover. Jimmy was intrigued, what would the golden be? It was not rubber or pain, it was actual gold in its plain. And then, the spirit of the woods, a flying squirtle appeared before him. The squirrel asked for the golden nut, for it was his, but it got lost.  Jimmy didn't hesitate and gave it away, he knew nothing about gold's value. So the squirtle was amazed and granted him a wish, to which ironically, Jimmy asked to be the richest man in town.

So, he came back to his house, which was a mansion now. He lived like a king for some years, bought the finest clothes and ate the best loaves, but he also caused the jelousy of many, but he didn't care, for he was rich and he could buy anything. Untill one day, Jimmy was found dead in the carpet made of wool.

Moral of the story: Don't hire cheap hookers when you can afford the ones who don't bring daggers to work.


He was inside her
 She surrounded his body around her, every single molecule was telling her not to let him go.He surrendered to her will, and entered her, with salvage beastiality, but soft tenderness. And so they began the process.
His name was Vibrio Cholerae.


Inocent  prostitution
"My mom says you're a bad person"
"Your mom is a whore"
"A what?"
"She sleeps with men for money"
"No she doesn't, she says she does it because she loves them all"


[Time for more midnight mini-fiction!]
By I'm the penguin

About destinies and syrguries

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in , | Posted on Sunday, February 22, 2009

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Made of human
A set of four systematic steps had brought her into life, from the genetic code, to the copy, to the station, until her cloning. She hadn’t chosen to be born in rough places, she hadn’t chosen to be exactly like the next gal, but she had. For some reason her inner desires seemed dull, controlling electric currents in the upper side just appeared a waste of time. She wanted to travel the world; she wanted to visit mouth and probably sighting the eye. She had wishes, she had dreams. But mother R didn’t. So today she controls electric currents in the upper side.


How it goes
"Yes, to be honest I can't stand you anymore"
"So why are you still here?"
"You have ensurance, I have cancer"
"... Since when do you..."
"I said I can't stand you"


The solitude of a proton
Claude was selfish, Hyna was all about giving. Their pairing always ended up with Claude leaving Hyna, for others, multiple others, multiple times. Hyna sometimes got someone, but it was just a rebound, for she always ended up with Claude. That untill she met Oxan, who ened up taking her into his harem.


Raul was a worried girl
She was worried about the boob-stealing-coke-implating new sort of criminals, she had just got a newbreast implant. She had worked hard for it, but in her neighborhood there were several crimes, one which had changed her life. She used to be named Raul. Raul felt always out of place, he looked at the mirror feeling something was wrong. Until he once got attacked, and castrated, he would enver be the same, and he wasn't relieved. But part of him finally felt right. Later he got the job completely done, then she got the breast implant. Now she was worried about the boob-stealing-coke-implating criminals, they were frequent down the 3rd St.



[So yea, I didn't have the mind to develop compelte fiction, so why not mini-fiction?]
By I'm the penguin


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