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Lucy Telfar Barnard

Fri, 25 Jul 2014 16:39:49 +1200

He sat in her guest chair while she tied the black tie above her dinner jacket. The black and white attire set off her golden waves perfectly. She could tie a bow tie blindfold. Rather than watch what she was doing, she stared at him in the mirror, accusingly .…

william blake

Fri, 25 Jul 2014 14:42:18 +1200

..of course this did not worry Stod as his ancient scottish housekeeper, Mrs Hoosies, who had been looking after him since he was orphaned, would tidy away the mess and hoover up the glitter, then prepare him a simple 8 egg omelette, quail, melon and chops, with a double espresso…

TristanEgarr

Wed, 23 Jul 2014 23:55:36 +1200

Stud could, however, recall the last thing he saw before blacking out: an image of the departing Athena, Tatiana draped over her shoulder. And then it hit him – the legend of that god's birth, bursting forth from the head of Zeus, and he looked down in horror at Clint's…

Lucy Telfar Barnard

Wed, 23 Jul 2014 15:50:01 +1200

Stud opened his left eye 3 millimetres, because he had to use the metric system on the continent. He saw fibres of wool carpet and felt sheepish, realising he was face down on the floor, again. He tried to return to unconsciousness, but something kept nagging at him: It was…

Kumara Republic

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 23:54:21 +1200

Meanwhile, inside a nondescript building situated somewhere in the Waihopai Valley, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense.

"Blast!" yelled a voice. "We've just lost our primary trail! That's what happens when you overlook even the smallest details!"

"Hey, don't look at me like that!" yelled another voice. "How else could the…

Hebe

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 23:36:11 +1200

Peter sighed heavily, wantonly even. Renting out the studio for a casual was always a fucking drag. He turned to face the urinal in vain.

Sacha

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 21:22:59 +1200

a dunny brayed loudly

william blake

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 19:49:14 +1200

“Cut!” Called the director.

” I know it’s just a commercial luvvies, but dig deep, there is no such thing as overacting on this
set”

The director called to the props manager on her Walkie talkie.
” we need more soft furnishings and I have an image of a row…

william blake

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 19:09:09 +1200

"What a pretentious load of cods" splurted the critic. "I haven't seen anything this
cobbled together since we visited the Uraguayan pavilion. " but the curtain cape had a certain something, if only he could pull himself together, it could be a winner"

An image of the lion dor appeared…

AnneH

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 18:38:34 +1200

His forehead split open in a haze of golden light and Athena stepped into the room. “Huh,” she said, “I haven’t made an entrance like that since Hera and Demeter got fed up with Zeus and Hades and their all night drinking sessions.”

Kicking the now unconscious Stud out of…

James Dunne

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 17:39:00 +1200

Stud was starting to feel an unpleasant tightness in his head. Suddenly he remembered that misandrists had injected a microscopic bomb into his head which would detonate if he was ever a participant in failing the Bechdel test.

The tightness resolved itself into a ticking. Stud realised that the bomb…

Sandy Gildea

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 15:43:54 +1200

"Hoorah", they all cried.

"Cor you don't look half bad in those tightey whiteys Captain Underpants." Tatiana exclaimed. (Or am I getting confused with breaking bad...)

Michael J. Parry

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 15:27:55 +1200

When suddenly the window blew open, and a figure appeared. He was a bald man wearing only underpants and a cape made of curtains.

"Never fear, I Captain Underpants with Wedgie Power will save you from this torrid literary pretension. For I fight for all that is cottony goodness."

Dastardly Bounder

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 15:16:37 +1200

“And now we come to a crossroads” intoned the golem, “Do you want to live in a self-referential paradigm or a metafiction narrative?”

The trio stared into the literary device’s maw.

Emma Hart

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 14:59:43 +1200

Damn – beaten to it; so I withdraw in favour of the preceding addition. NB Emma: refreshing the page deletes unsaved comment text, so doesn’t help much in avoiding this kind of thing.

I'd have let both additions stand, as they weren't actually contradictory. And sorry, I have a browser…

Creon Upton

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 14:55:20 +1200

Forming itself, golem-wise, into humanoid shape, the slimy stuff now assumed an angular disposition and made a tired, stertorous address:

“I seek vengeance,” it rasped, “against the illegitimate progeny of crimes against the written word, such as this tangled mess you’ve found yourselves here born into.

“I see myself, if…

Dastardly Bounder

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 14:54:07 +1200

“But we’re on the second floor” stated Stud, getting on his hands and knees to inspect the filth closer.

“Has this stuff somehow made it up the stairs of its own volition?”

The ooze continued to flow into the room, Stud and Clint joined Tatiana on the bed.

“It’s not…

linger

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 14:32:03 +1200

“A spring tide, combined with the outfall from the nearby sewer. This is Venice, after all, and the agency treats expense claims for luxury hotels with extreme prejudice.”
Tatiana laughed bitterly, “No, Stud. Think again”.

[Damn — beaten to it; so I withdraw in favour of the preceding addition. NB…

Sandy Gildea

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 14:31:48 +1200

It's this bleedin 'otel Stud. I told you when we checked in, make sure its bleedin star – stop being so tight. That black ooze that you two probably think is some other-wordly evil spirit is over-run from the loos across the hallway.

When you called me out of…

Michael J. Parry

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 14:10:19 +1200

Clint’s eyes flashed his focus on taking down his hated enemy.

Neither he nor Stud noticed the miasmic black ooze that roiled in under the door. Creeping across the floor the ooze inched closer, while the two antagonistic men’s chests heaved as they sort to out-stare each other.

The substance…

James Dunne

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 13:47:42 +1200

Stud reflexively tightened his grip on his pistol, his eyes flashing with anger.

"You should not refer to a woman as an object, Clint. That is very offensive and contrary to modern thought on the issue," he ground out.

Clint downed his martini in one and jumped to his feet,…

Public Address

Tue, 22 Jul 2014 13:47:42 +1200

Discussion from blog post.