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Duck

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an automaton put back together wrong

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my father's wristwatch, and other things stuck at the bottom of the river

PROMPT: Twenty-Six Sentences

Anyway, it wasn't as if it were a very good wristwatch. But my father loved it all the same, and I don't think he ever forgave me for throwing it in the river. Certainly he came to laugh about it later, but people laugh about all sorts of things. Death. Earthquakes. Fire. Gnats. Ha, he would say, ha ha, remember when you threw my watch into the river, but inside he was screaming. I could tell. Just by looking at...

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but you can roast zucchini

PROMPT: Pantoum

You cannot kill a ghost,
They said, as they chopped zucchini
Into tiny pieces to be roasted
Over the bright orange fire.

They said, as they chopped zucchini,
The dead never really die, just falter.
Over the bright orange fire
The moon hung in the sky like my father.

The dead never really die, just falter.
Ghosts are failures we can never get rid of.
The moon hung in the sky like my father;
I want to tell him I...

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Ouroboros [Excerpt]

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2015

Amirah squinted in the early morning sunlight. Tariq basked in it, lifting his head towards the horizon to squeeze the most out of the dawn.

"Come on," said Fidda, locking the door to her house where she'd hid them the night before. "We'd best move quickly. Hikmat said the soldiers might return to the site of the shooting."

They set out, sandals pounding up tiny clouds of dust from the road. The sky was less of a dull orange than...

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Road Trip (With No GPS and Two Dead Gods)

PROMPT: Poetry

i.
Neon signs flashing
on the side of the road, they say
we will never know home again;
you are holding your map
upside down.

ii.
I used to work at Whole Foods. One time
someone put their god
on the cash register conveyor belt.
I slipped Him into a paper bag. I didn't
make the customer pay. Not for Him.
He had already expired.

iii.
Open the bag and
laugh.
Open your mouth wide and
swallow your god whole, ...

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Duck (United States) reviewed:

Backspace

PROMPT: Poetry

It can be hard to write about writing without sounding too self-conscious or pretentious, but you've done it and you've done it well. You said you don't know what's considered good poetry. Here's your answer: this poem. I mean it....

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Duck (United States) reviewed:

Cross

PROMPT: Fantasy Writing Competition 2015

I really liked this piece -- it's a very original concept, beautifully written without feeling as if you're trying too hard to make it beautiful (which is very hard to do!), and every bit of new information you provide as...

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abort, retry, fail?

PROMPT: Fantasy Writing Competition 2015

The problem with angels, of course, is that they've always got to be right about everything. This is why a group of angels is properly referred to as an 'unending debate'.

And the problem with guardian angels, of course, is that you can't trust the little buggers farther than you can throw them.

Thus TJ, Angel of Egg Whisks, was not particularly pleased to learn that his next mission would involve removing a guardian angel from its post.

But Angels...

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Twenty-Six Sentences

my father's wristwatch, and other things stuck at the bottom of the river

Anyway, it wasn't as if it were a very good wristwatch. But my father loved it all the same, and I don't think he ever forgave me for throwing it in the river. Certainly he came to laugh about it later, but people laugh about all sorts of things. Death. Earthquakes. Fire. Gnats. Ha, he would say, ha ha, remember when you threw my watch into the river, but inside he was screaming. I could tell. Just by looking at him, I could tell he hadn't forgiven me. Knew he never would, either. Like the story about the preacher and the donkey that they told us back in school. May I be forgiven, Father, for kicking you in the face? No, donkey, you may not, for you are well and truly an ass.Of course, my father was no preacher. Probably only been to church once in his life. Quit while you're ahead, he always said. Resign before you're behind....

Pantoum

but you can roast zucchini

You cannot kill a ghost,
They said, as they chopped zucchini
Into tiny pieces to be roasted
Over the bright orange fire.

They said, as they chopped zucchini,
The dead never really die, just falter.
Over the bright orange fire
The moon hung in the sky like my father.

The dead never really die, just falter.
Ghosts are failures we can never get rid of.
The moon hung in the sky like my father;
I want to tell him I understand now.

Ghosts are failures we can never get rid of.
My father's ghosts curl around me like smoke, like zucchini.
I want to tell him I understand now --
You cannot kill a ghost.

 

Novel Writing Competition 2015

Ouroboros [Excerpt]

Amirah squinted in the early morning sunlight. Tariq basked in it, lifting his head towards the horizon to squeeze the most out of the dawn.

"Come on," said Fidda, locking the door to her house where she'd hid them the night before. "We'd best move quickly. Hikmat said the soldiers might return to the site of the shooting."

They set out, sandals pounding up tiny clouds of dust from the road. The sky was less of a dull orange than it was in the drier, dustier future, and the sunshine seemed brighter, less filtered and lazy. But the richness of the place somehow made it stranger, more alien. Amirah never thought she would miss the drought, and she didn't, not exactly, but she understood it better than she understood blue sky peppered with clouds and sprigs of green on the side of the road and gunshots ringing through the night.

Are we sure this is a good idea?said Tariq,...

Poetry

Road Trip (With No GPS and Two Dead Gods)

i.
Neon signs flashing
on the side of the road, they say
we will never know home again;
you are holding your map
upside down.

ii.
I used to work at Whole Foods. One time
someone put their god
on the cash register conveyor belt.
I slipped Him into a paper bag. I didn't
make the customer pay. Not for Him.
He had already expired.

iii.
Open the bag and
laugh.
Open your mouth wide and
swallow your god whole,
absorb it into you
and you still laughing,
choking on all your confessions --
forgive me, Father, for
spitting out your bones;
they would not fit. I'm full.

iv.
The question is not
whether you ate your god.
I can see the crumbs
on your face.
You always ate
like a kid too young,
too excited,
too full of love for the world
to care about napkins.
The quesion is,
did you eat it softly --
did the planets crunch...

Fantasy Writing Competition 2015

abort, retry, fail?

The problem with angels, of course, is that they've always got to be right about everything. This is why a group of angels is properly referred to as an 'unending debate'.

And the problem with guardian angels, of course, is that you can't trust the little buggers farther than you can throw them.

Thus TJ, Angel of Egg Whisks, was not particularly pleased to learn that his next mission would involve removing a guardian angel from its post.

But Angels are not Egg Whisks, he had protested. Why must I do this Task?

Thou hast Lots of Free Time, said the Archangel in Charge of Delegating. Unless Thou wouldst rather Realign the Cosmic Scales?

That shut him up, all right. No one wanted to Realign the Cosmic Scales.

So here he was, in the town of Wolfberger, looking for a guardian angel. He didn't have to look very far. It was standing guard outside a pub.

"Hello," he said, waving...

WILD

homo homini lupus

there is a wild

wolf that lives somewhere in the forest

and eats little pigs all in threes.

it could rip out your throat

in a second

and its howl could cut out your knees.

it's angry and lonely and

knows only the kill

and its footsteps are painted with blood.

it's a storybook wolf,

a monster of myth,

and it will drag you into the mud.

that's the whisper they tell

to their children,

those wolves who live in the woods,

to warn them about

the tall hairless beasts

that kill all their red riding hoods.

Truths and Untruths

ten lies i wish were true

1. I wish we really were standing on the shoulders of giants. It is better to stand on someone's shoulders than on their corpse.

2. I wish love really did make us human. Then I could talk to my cat like an old friend, and we wouldn't have all this blood on our hands.

3. I wish that were true. The truth is if humans had any more love in them they'd devour each other whole. And they'd probably shoot the moon on their way out, too.

4. I wish I really were a robot like my friends say. Then the tick tick tick of everything would synchronize with my positronic matrix and I would understand, at last.

4a. Also, I would say Hello how are you beep boop and people would nod and accept this, yes, this is how it should be, that is a good thing for a robot to say.

5. I wish milk really did expire...

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