First off, wordcount.

7,681 / 50,000 (15.4%)

Slow, but at least I got some done. More tomorrow. Conversations take up a lot of words, at least when I write them. That could just be my flaw though.

( Writing and music rambling, plus a top 11 list, all inside. )

It would have all gone perfectly well if it weren't for the parrot. It wasn't even a real parrot, just one of those stupid "flapping" wooden ones, hanging from the ceiling. But when Callas tried to crush Merton's skull with the chair, the parrot intervened. Its fishing line flight wrapped around one leg and threw Callas' swing off just enough to miss. Merton didn't give him another chance, and that was it. Callas was dead and Merton got hauled off to crazytown, screaming about voices. I guess in the end, it did turn out all right. At least for me.

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Georgie loved his camera. Probably a little too much. It remembered for him, so he didn't have to. Once upon a time, he'd had reams of photographs, obsessively organized in boxes that were nearly falling apart. Now, though, now, society had joined him. He had many cameras now. A camera in his phone, in his tie, in his watch. And gigabytes of photographs, stored in neat virtual drawers, locked away for only him. A jpeg breadcrumb trail through his past. When he felt the need, he'd take out his old camera and stroke its curves, more familiar than any lover's.

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This is the first part of something that's been poking at my brain for a while. A mad science musical, starring my "villain" over on the Gaming Guardians Fora. Dr. Shiney, the mad scientist. (If you want to read his profile, click here.)

( Does a Text-based musical even work? )

A drabble, a short 100 word bit of writing, using 5 words she gave me. Since I couldn't get started writing on my own. It stars Fors, and some mad scientist type, either the Kook who's been in a couple stories, or another generic one. No cut, 'cause it's only 100 words long. And I might expand it, or work it into something else later on.

"No objections to tea with a fanatic, then?"
"So you're a fanatic, huh?" I asked.
Tea was delivered from slender tubes that twined with the tangle over the laboratory table. My host pulled aside a curtain. "Imagine a lake out there, filling the entire horizon, created by we impertinent mortals, its power harnessed by great water wheels!" he declared.
I left the tea where it was, since it was steaming purple. "Harnessed for what?"
"Why, to power my army of kinetically powered soldiers!"
Y'know, I don't think they really want to take over the world, I think they just want attention.


Bed now.

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