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My Books
Outlaw Territory
(with Melike Acar)
24Seven Vol. 2
(with Walter Pax & Jack Kaminski)
24Seven
(with Ben Templesmith)
Complete story - "The Workman"
(courtesy of New York Magazine)
Micro-fiction challenge
Gaiman blogged this earlier, so some of you may have seen it already, but I have to post about it.
WIRED magazine challenged a large and impressive group of sf and horror writers to come up with six-word short stories. The whole list makes me smile, but these are my personal favorites:
The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly.
– Orson Scott Card
Gown removed carelessly. Head, less so.
– Joss Whedon
Computer, did we bring batteries? Computer?
– Eileen Gunn
and
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time
– Alan Moore
*****
Sounds like fun. The comments section is open, writer-buddies. Let’s see what we come up with.
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October 25th, 2006 at 2:13 pm
Deadlines? I scoff at deadlines… shit.
-pj
October 25th, 2006 at 2:38 pm
You put nanobots in my what?
October 26th, 2006 at 12:10 am
Three tries:
Unloaded my gun. The non-traditional way.
Her hand in mine, clawing frantically
Wanted: babysitter, generous compensation, no squares.
October 26th, 2006 at 1:02 am
“Dead? Oh, I wouldn’t say that…”
“First, the headaches. Then… people die.”
Something whispered, “You’re safe.” It lied.
October 26th, 2006 at 10:47 pm
I sick and have a headfull of cold meds, but I’ll give it a quick go…
You may now kiss the bride.
“Is this normal?” “Sorry, no.”
Someone coughed, another echoed, and another.
Three. God. Two. Forgive. One. Me.
When the lid closed I wept.
In the darkness something was laughing.
October 27th, 2006 at 9:02 am
You will never hurt anyone again.
Sorry about the boy. Accidents happen.
They stopped screaming, all at once.
December 12th, 2006 at 10:21 am
“Accident”, they said… Like they knew.
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“Aliens? Here?? That’s just crazy talk!”
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It wasn’t murder. I was hungry.
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Damn cops… Like children, playing dead.
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Eventually… everyone forgets who I am.
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Oh! Did I mention I’m dead?
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I can’t sleep… bad things happen.
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I didn’t mean to! The voices….
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Love. So easy when you’re pychic.
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Please don’t! I’m so sorry, Mommy!
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All my exes live in graveyards.
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For all it’s worth, I tried.