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National means different groups/competitions held in 1 country
» Posted By Torin On 06.11.2015 @ 7:45 pm
HEY! This word has been used before! Nearly three years ago, I believe. I remember distinctly because it inspired me to write one of my first short stories, about a plane that takes off from a runway without a pilot, locking it’s own doors with the crew inside, and crashing into an oncoming 747.
» Posted By torin On 10.31.2014 @ 2:30 pm
You sir, are a gentleman and a scholar!
You are too kind, sir! You are the gentleman, and the scholar!
Bah! I am but a simple laborer in the full accounting of things. It is you who are to be esteemed!
No, no, no! You are too modest friend. I am just a humble servant of my fellow man. You are the one who should be honored!
Pish posh, it should be you!
No, I must insist, it is you!
Not so good sir, not me, but you!
Ahh, but I surely you can see that it is you!
No, no, you!
NO! YOU! GODDAMNIT YOU!
YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL! YOU!
BLAST YOUR INSANITY, YOU MADMAN! IT’S YOU!
ARE YOU OFF YOUR BLOODY ROCKER YOU SYPHILITIC BUFFOON?! IT IS YOU!
YOUR MOTHER MUST HAVE SUBSISTED ON MERCURY AND LIES WHILST YOU WERE IN THE WOMB, FOR THAT IS THE ONLY REASON WHY I CAN FATHOM YOU TO BE SO THOROUGHLY DEMENTED AS TO THINK THAT IT IS NOT YOU!
IF YOU WERE NOT THE CONSUMMATE GENTLEMAN THAT YOU ARE I SHOULD HAVE TO HAVE YOU COMMITTED TO AN ASYLUM FOR THE SENSELESS IDIOCY WITH WHICH YOU NOW COMPORT YOURSELF!
YOU FILCHING, FACETIOUS, FLATULENT, FU–
Ahem, pardon me gentlemen, but might a good lady such as myself importune you as to whether I must use this trolley to reach the apothecary’s street or take another?
Why, yes madam, stay on this car for two more stops and it shall deposit you right upon its corner.
» Posted By torin On 10.29.2014 @ 3:54 pm
I crouched in the warm window seat, the glass on my left, the curtains on my right, nestled in my secret alcove, hidden from the world.
» Posted By torin On 10.27.2014 @ 9:31 pm
I pawed my way through the sand, grasping feebly at the grains, trying to find a purchase.
“Just… a little… further… It’s right… there…”
» Posted By torin On 10.24.2014 @ 3:39 pm
“…and this is all that’s left.”
“Wow. Sounds like there’s a lot of emotion packed into that little thing.”
“Yeah, there really is. I’ve supercharged it with my intentions, haven’t I?”
“That’s how it goes, that’s how it goes.”
» Posted By torin On 10.24.2014 @ 12:06 am
If ever there was a paralyzing word… I really don’t know where to start with this one. People, people, so many people. So many stories! How many stories are out there, just waiting to be told, to be heard? Waiting for you…
» Posted By torin On 09.22.2012 @ 1:46 pm
Seems like oneword.com is flexing its coloring muscles. Is it supposed to be black themed, or is my computer just tripping? Flex dose…
» Posted By torin On 09.07.2012 @ 3:30 pm
“Freeze dried, is more like it!” he moped.
“Yeah, well it’s something, so eat it and shut up.”
» Posted By torin On 08.31.2012 @ 5:01 pm
The fog settled on the blue lakes of her eyes, turning their sharp azure hue a dull grey, and like that life went out.
» Posted By torin On 08.17.2012 @ 6:38 pm
Filled with corporate ammunition, or in the case of independent magazines, anti-mainstream-corporation-it’s the system-it’s the man-down with the system!-fight the man! ammunition.
» Posted By torin On 08.28.2012 @ 5:30 pm
It was a rather confusing tradition. Should they offer you any refreshment–tea or sweets–you were to refuse. Yet they would still bring you some tea or sweets. You would still thank them for their hospitality, but if you did not wish to consume any of the food, you would not have to. It was just the polite way to do things. Nobody told me what you should do if you did want to eat some…
» Posted By torin On 08.27.2012 @ 3:39 pm
Let me see… Maybe we’ll try walking up the ladder of abstraction with this one. Down at the bottom, ‘cabinet’: a closeted space for storing this and that and whatever other sorts of nick-knacks you are of a mind to hold on to. ‘Cabinet’: Well, actually it seems that there aren’t too many rungs on this ladder. This one is on the level of ‘the President’s cabinet’. And that’s about where it stops, I think.
» Posted By torin On 07.28.2012 @ 1:58 pm
It’s interesting…maybe strange, maybe cool, maybe ironic, maybe funny, maybe many other things, maybe none of them whatsoever…that all that separates two ideas from one another in our minds can be something as small as a single letter. ‘Fuses’ means one thing (actually a lot more than one thing). Then there’s ‘uses’, which means something(s) completely different. Or ‘fusses’, also different. And this is how our minds have developed alongside language, how we identify one idea from the next, how we communicate those ideas, how we connect… Just a few letters here and there, some sounds to accompany them, and that’s how we see the world. And there are thousands of languages out there, each with it’s own unique, more or less, set of lettering and sounds, and therefore words and ideas and perspectives…
» Posted By torin On 07.23.2012 @ 2:38 pm
I wonder when people began decorating things… Why did they begin doing so in the first place? Were decorations akin to the piss stains other animals left on trees to mark their territory? Humans just couldn’t distinguish one smell of urine from another, so instead they marked their trees with specific designs?
» Posted By torin On 07.16.2012 @ 4:35 pm
The main force had been stayed out of sight. No one in the auxiliary had seen it for days. But they knew it was there, and the thought gave them strength. Theirs was a suicide mission; they had each volunteered to fill the ranks in this force. So many had stood forward that many did not get the chance to serve. But plenty did, and the time was nigh for them to make their move.
» Posted By torin On 07.14.2012 @ 8:42 pm
I’ve already written about you, Mr. Bucket. I wrote about your incessant need to be filled with water, and how I always have to bring you out to scrub the crayon hieroglyphics that were drawn by the four-year-old. Thanks, but no thanks.
» Posted By Torin On 07.08.2012 @ 11:41 pm
Fish guts slopped over the sides of the stained wooden bucket she hefted in her hands. The bucket knew the weight of offal as well as those hands, and together they made another journey, one out of the hundreds they had ever made and would make. Quick feet over the smoothed stones of the street and the worn wood of the docks knew their path, and the wood and stones their touch. Always quick, no matter the weight of the load. It wouldn’t do to keep him waiting.
» Posted By torin On 07.08.2012 @ 3:25 pm
He always seemed so at odds with those of a more classic sense of faith. ‘This is not your great and terrible god!’ he would say. ‘This is science!’. He was right; he was wrong. Indeed it was science, but god just got a new name, a new face, and gave his doctrine some tweaking. He had remade his master once again.
» Posted By torin On 07.05.2012 @ 5:31 pm
We’re just laying the framework for something else, he thought. All of this, everything we’ve done, it’s just the framework, the border, the outline, for something else, something greater.
» Posted By torin On 06.17.2012 @ 2:15 pm
Somewhere, nobody knows exactly, but somewhere, there’s a giant switchboard. A giant switchboard with thousands and thousands of millions and millions of little switches for turning a thousand thousand million (million) things on and off. And there, wherever it may be, is also a small man, perhaps the size of an elf, or a leprechaun, who runs around switching these switches, turning all the multitudes of things there are to turn on and off, on and off. On and off, on and off.
» Posted By torin On 06.11.2012 @ 1:09 pm
“Would you keep it down up there!” Aunt Gertrude shouted at us from somewhere downstairs. We were up in the attic, making a racket, tossing around all the dusty, old antique trinkets and baubles, and photo albums, and picture frames, and stomping on the wrinkled floorboards, and rocking around in rickety, creaky rocking chairs, plunking on a derelict piano in the corner, coughing as the soot in the air grew thicker, coughing and laughing and hooting and hollering as we found some polished wooden sticks and struck up a duel, still making one hell of a racket, Aunt Gertrude yelling at us again from downstairs, “Quit with all that noise making or there’ll be no supper for any of you!”, but we couldn’t hear her words, we just heard another noise, another piece of the roiling clamor that had been unleashed in that quiet countryside home, a fragile old place quite unsuited for the amount of chaos it now contained, but just as prepared as it could be, having seen much in it’s day, much more than any of us ever had, even grumpy old Aunt Gertrude, much more than any of us would ever see, but we had at least, seen it.
» Posted By torin On 06.10.2012 @ 4:04 pm
Grind it out, grind it out, just grind it out, they said. Just keep grinding it out. It was simple enough to do at first. Just grind it out! But you begin to tire of it pretty quickly. After so much of the grinding out of coffee beans, your soul begins to yearn for a little more. Also, you begin to despise the smell of coffee beans. Really, that heavy, musky, earthy smell can only be nauseating after a certain amount of time. But just keep grinding it out…
» Posted By torin On 06.07.2012 @ 12:40 pm
So bit by bit, they moved their things out of the apartment. They emptied the space that they had called home for the past three years, the space that they had called home during all that had happened to them in the past three years. And when they had finished and all that was left inside were the walls and the floor and the roof, they looked at the place, but they didn’t see the place. They looked at a martian landscape, one that only vaguely resembled that of the earthly panorama they knew, not their home. They looked at a husk, like the shed skin of a reptile, that once snugly fit around their lives, but had now been sloughed off. The place was now empty, their lives withdrawn from within it, waiting for the next souls to take their places inside its walls.
» Posted By torin On 06.04.2012 @ 11:41 am
He tossed the worn looking thing to balance at a jaunty angle on top of his head, and off he went.
» Posted By torin On 06.03.2012 @ 12:04 pm
Yeah I know.
We’re in this deep…
Yeah. I know.
And it’s only getting piled higher and deeper…
Yeah. I. Know.
» Posted By torin On 05.19.2012 @ 5:45 pm
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» Posted By torin On 05.17.2012 @ 12:07 pm
Oh how different would life have been if never I heard those sweet, sweet tones…
» Posted By torin On 05.16.2012 @ 1:58 pm
It’s going, going gone! Humanity’s first manned craft destined for “deep” space exploration has left the building!
» Posted By torin On 05.15.2012 @ 1:18 pm
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I’m sorry, I got a little carried away… Don’t worry about any of the things I said, I didn’t really mean them.
» Posted By torin On 05.13.2012 @ 7:53 pm