“Something is wrong with my orborb you fixed!” Said the message she sent to him. “Oh no, could you bring it here so I could take a look?” He answered. Later, she arrived at his house. “Let me see,” he said and then proceeded to put on a pair of glasses, then another pair, then another pair, and finally, the final pair. All of those four glasses were needed to see all the complicated layers of an orborb. “Oh yeah, I have located the problem. It’s on layer two,” he said. “It’s relatively easy to fix, I'll try to get it fixed before tomorrow. I’ll tell you when you can come pick it up.” “That’s good to hear! Thank you so much, and see you later!” She said, smiling.
Day 30-Putting on Nice Clothes for the Apocalypse by MinneWinne, literature
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Day 30-Putting on Nice Clothes for the Apocalypse
“If you knew that the world was going to end in a few days, what would you do?” I asked. “I would like to do something I had wanted to do but, for example, never had the time for,” he answered. “Maybe I would put on a suit and a tie the day when the apocalypse finally happens. I think it would be cool to dress nicely for the last time ever.” “Oh, interesting, maybe putting on nice clothes for the last time would actually be pretty nice,” I said.
Day 29 - Journal Entries by MinneWinne, literature
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Day 29 - Journal Entries
March 3, 1900 Wow, I still cannot believe that it is the year 1900. The beginning of a new century. I hope this will be a great one for us all. It is said that all twins have an evil half and a good half. Maybe it's true, I don't know. While my twin brother is a successful business owner, pretty much all I have left is a can of beans. I haven't turned evil though, at least not yet. I'm not interested in that, I want to be a good guy. Don't know what kind of weird stuff would have to happen for me to lose my morals. March 6, 1900 Wow, my twin brother was arrested. It turned out that he wasn't paying taxes and exploited his workers by not paying them enough for their work. I guess the thing about twins having a good half and an evil half could be true.
The year is 3165. All the plants we know have gone extinct, and new plant species, that are more suitable for the new environment of Earth, have either evolved or been created to replace the old ones that didn’t survive in these new conditions. Carrots, daisies, blueberries, pansies, potatoes – we don’t have any of those anymore. Or so we thought. One day, a plant is seen in just another regular garden. It appears to be a potato. That should be impossible, potatoes were supposed to be extinct. It could be possible, though, that the plant is just another species that just looks a lot like a potato. After a couple days, scientists find out through a combination of heuristic analysis and advanced radiological investigation, that the plant is indeed a potato.
Everyone had eventually agreed that beautiful plants are necessary. You really need to have something aesthetically pleasing to look at – nice things are what makes life worth living in the first place. For the first thousand years or so, everything seemed to be fine. All plants adapted well to their new environment outside their original planet. But then it turned out that some of the beautiful plants had mutated into something horrible. They became huge and carnivorous, killed most of the other plants and ate at least one person. Was this finally the end of the human race?
Day 26 - Prank Gone Weird by MinneWinne, literature
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Day 26 - Prank Gone Weird
This is the story of the time Miriam accidentally caused an alien invasion. It was just a regular Tuesday, but Miriam was in the mood for a prank. She came up with the idea of building a machine that would lure almost every crow in the town to her best friend’s backyard. The machine started working immediately after Miriam placed it in the backyard – a few crows appeared right away. Perfect, she thought to herself. A few hours passed. Then Miriam’s phone rang. “Why is there an alien spaceship in my backyard?” her best friend asked. That wasn’t good, aliens sure weren’t part of the plan. “Is everything alright here? We were passing by when our ship caught a signal that came from here,” one of the aliens said. “I guess it’s coming from that machine.” The alien pointed to the crow-attracting machine. Miriam switched it off. “Oh, yes, everything’s fine. This machine was just to attract a lot of crows, nothing else,” Miriam told the alien. “That’s great,” the alien said. “Bye for
Day 25 - Some Surreal Ice Cream by MinneWinne, literature
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Day 25 - Some Surreal Ice Cream
I just love this commercial. It is so surreal, and I love surrealism so much. Everything is so weird and I like it. It’s the opposite of boring. The commercial is an ice cream commercial, and it’s so surreal. I just wish every commercial was like that, or at least, that there were more commercials like this one. At the beginning of the commercial, we are shown a sky. The sky is dreadfully orange. A really interesting choice of color, in my opinion. Then there’s a man who starts talking about ice cream and how this particular brand has so many flavors available. And that it’s so great, everyone should try this ice cream. Then the man kinda like glitches or something, he starts repeating the phrase “It’s so good! Like a heaven of ice cream!” He repeats this four times. Then he starts melting. His formerly happy expression turns into a scared one. “Oh no!” He says. Then he melts into a puddle of ice cream. Wow, this dude was ice cream all along! So clever! When he’s a puddle, he still has
Since we are blessed to have a mad scientist residing in our town, a lot of weird stuff happens here. Especially on Tuesdays for some reason. The weather changes a lot and many kinds of strange creatures can be seen roaming the streets. One time we even had an alien invasion, and yes, it had something to do with her. Sometimes I wonder what flowers talk about on Tuesdays, when most of the crazy stuff happens. Especially when there are sudden changes in weather. Are they angry? Or anxious, since the weather is so unpredictable? I would be both angry and anxious, for sure.
Today, a small spaceship came to my room through an open window. At first, I didn’t think it was actually real, but then six tiny aliens the size of a peanut came out of it. The aliens were human-like, with green skin and six fingers on each hand. One of the aliens – who seemed like the boss of the other five aliens – started typing on some sort of a tablet. Then my phone received a message. It said: “Hello. My name is General Hiofrs and we’re from planet Phgve. We’ve been really interested in your planet for a long time and now we wanted to get a closer look at your beautiful blue planet. We don’t want to do any harm, just some research.” “Hello. My name is Rowan. Welcome to our planet! I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here and manage to do a lot of useful research,” I answered the message. I have to admit, the fact that these aliens were the size of a peanut wasn’t the weirdest thing about them. The weirdest thing, at least for me, was that General Hiofrs was wearing a T-shirt with the
One day, all the trees will start talking. I will know when it happens since I will have this ancient power within me that will make me able to understand the amazing speech of trees. I will be following in the footsteps of my parents, my grandparents, my ancestors. But being able to understand the speech of trees won’t be all of what will happen to me someday. On top of that, I will have to form a bond with one tree. I won’t know which tree it is until I’ll finally get my gift. Then one of the many trees will start calling for me, which in turn will help me find it, my own tree, just like my ancestors. Then my tree and I will live together for the rest of my life, happy that we’ll have each other.
“Something is wrong with my orborb you fixed!” Said the message she sent to him. “Oh no, could you bring it here so I could take a look?” He answered. Later, she arrived at his house. “Let me see,” he said and then proceeded to put on a pair of glasses, then another pair, then another pair, and finally, the final pair. All of those four glasses were needed to see all the complicated layers of an orborb. “Oh yeah, I have located the problem. It’s on layer two,” he said. “It’s relatively easy to fix, I'll try to get it fixed before tomorrow. I’ll tell you when you can come pick it up.” “That’s good to hear! Thank you so much, and see you later!” She said, smiling.
Day 30-Putting on Nice Clothes for the Apocalypse by MinneWinne, literature
Literature
Day 30-Putting on Nice Clothes for the Apocalypse
“If you knew that the world was going to end in a few days, what would you do?” I asked. “I would like to do something I had wanted to do but, for example, never had the time for,” he answered. “Maybe I would put on a suit and a tie the day when the apocalypse finally happens. I think it would be cool to dress nicely for the last time ever.” “Oh, interesting, maybe putting on nice clothes for the last time would actually be pretty nice,” I said.
Day 29 - Journal Entries by MinneWinne, literature
Literature
Day 29 - Journal Entries
March 3, 1900 Wow, I still cannot believe that it is the year 1900. The beginning of a new century. I hope this will be a great one for us all. It is said that all twins have an evil half and a good half. Maybe it's true, I don't know. While my twin brother is a successful business owner, pretty much all I have left is a can of beans. I haven't turned evil though, at least not yet. I'm not interested in that, I want to be a good guy. Don't know what kind of weird stuff would have to happen for me to lose my morals. March 6, 1900 Wow, my twin brother was arrested. It turned out that he wasn't paying taxes and exploited his workers by not paying them enough for their work. I guess the thing about twins having a good half and an evil half could be true.
The year is 3165. All the plants we know have gone extinct, and new plant species, that are more suitable for the new environment of Earth, have either evolved or been created to replace the old ones that didn’t survive in these new conditions. Carrots, daisies, blueberries, pansies, potatoes – we don’t have any of those anymore. Or so we thought. One day, a plant is seen in just another regular garden. It appears to be a potato. That should be impossible, potatoes were supposed to be extinct. It could be possible, though, that the plant is just another species that just looks a lot like a potato. After a couple days, scientists find out through a combination of heuristic analysis and advanced radiological investigation, that the plant is indeed a potato.
Everyone had eventually agreed that beautiful plants are necessary. You really need to have something aesthetically pleasing to look at – nice things are what makes life worth living in the first place. For the first thousand years or so, everything seemed to be fine. All plants adapted well to their new environment outside their original planet. But then it turned out that some of the beautiful plants had mutated into something horrible. They became huge and carnivorous, killed most of the other plants and ate at least one person. Was this finally the end of the human race?
Day 26 - Prank Gone Weird by MinneWinne, literature
Literature
Day 26 - Prank Gone Weird
This is the story of the time Miriam accidentally caused an alien invasion. It was just a regular Tuesday, but Miriam was in the mood for a prank. She came up with the idea of building a machine that would lure almost every crow in the town to her best friend’s backyard. The machine started working immediately after Miriam placed it in the backyard – a few crows appeared right away. Perfect, she thought to herself. A few hours passed. Then Miriam’s phone rang. “Why is there an alien spaceship in my backyard?” her best friend asked. That wasn’t good, aliens sure weren’t part of the plan. “Is everything alright here? We were passing by when our ship caught a signal that came from here,” one of the aliens said. “I guess it’s coming from that machine.” The alien pointed to the crow-attracting machine. Miriam switched it off. “Oh, yes, everything’s fine. This machine was just to attract a lot of crows, nothing else,” Miriam told the alien. “That’s great,” the alien said. “Bye for
Day 25 - Some Surreal Ice Cream by MinneWinne, literature
Literature
Day 25 - Some Surreal Ice Cream
I just love this commercial. It is so surreal, and I love surrealism so much. Everything is so weird and I like it. It’s the opposite of boring. The commercial is an ice cream commercial, and it’s so surreal. I just wish every commercial was like that, or at least, that there were more commercials like this one. At the beginning of the commercial, we are shown a sky. The sky is dreadfully orange. A really interesting choice of color, in my opinion. Then there’s a man who starts talking about ice cream and how this particular brand has so many flavors available. And that it’s so great, everyone should try this ice cream. Then the man kinda like glitches or something, he starts repeating the phrase “It’s so good! Like a heaven of ice cream!” He repeats this four times. Then he starts melting. His formerly happy expression turns into a scared one. “Oh no!” He says. Then he melts into a puddle of ice cream. Wow, this dude was ice cream all along! So clever! When he’s a puddle, he still has
Since we are blessed to have a mad scientist residing in our town, a lot of weird stuff happens here. Especially on Tuesdays for some reason. The weather changes a lot and many kinds of strange creatures can be seen roaming the streets. One time we even had an alien invasion, and yes, it had something to do with her. Sometimes I wonder what flowers talk about on Tuesdays, when most of the crazy stuff happens. Especially when there are sudden changes in weather. Are they angry? Or anxious, since the weather is so unpredictable? I would be both angry and anxious, for sure.
Today, a small spaceship came to my room through an open window. At first, I didn’t think it was actually real, but then six tiny aliens the size of a peanut came out of it. The aliens were human-like, with green skin and six fingers on each hand. One of the aliens – who seemed like the boss of the other five aliens – started typing on some sort of a tablet. Then my phone received a message. It said: “Hello. My name is General Hiofrs and we’re from planet Phgve. We’ve been really interested in your planet for a long time and now we wanted to get a closer look at your beautiful blue planet. We don’t want to do any harm, just some research.” “Hello. My name is Rowan. Welcome to our planet! I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here and manage to do a lot of useful research,” I answered the message. I have to admit, the fact that these aliens were the size of a peanut wasn’t the weirdest thing about them. The weirdest thing, at least for me, was that General Hiofrs was wearing a T-shirt with the
One day, all the trees will start talking. I will know when it happens since I will have this ancient power within me that will make me able to understand the amazing speech of trees. I will be following in the footsteps of my parents, my grandparents, my ancestors. But being able to understand the speech of trees won’t be all of what will happen to me someday. On top of that, I will have to form a bond with one tree. I won’t know which tree it is until I’ll finally get my gift. Then one of the many trees will start calling for me, which in turn will help me find it, my own tree, just like my ancestors. Then my tree and I will live together for the rest of my life, happy that we’ll have each other.
Static & buzz like your fingers fading out of existence like your mouth gasping through something with more tingle than mint or pepper like an earthquake with magnitude in microns but yet every nano-shake perfectly tangible to you like— You awake, the Nintendo DS clutched in your hands. Still gasping. %Se#e? she says to you, buzz and buzz and buzz, in corrupted code. YoÂu as$ked me ^toÔ sh/ow yo%u. To show you what she experiences, she trapped in this corrupted code—it was once a Pokemon game—whatever it is that she is, once you suspected a ghost but lately you’ve gotten to wondering about emergent properties, properties like consciousness— It started when the game wouldn’t load. You bought it cheap off eBay, but still. Annoying. But then light spread on the screen like a spark. Bits of sprites chopped up like an explosion across the screen—specifically, you remember thinking, like an explosion of entrails in a particularly gory movie. Twitching like worms. And text, rendered in
Two Girls Book It Outta There [FFM2023 #25] by Wearyrains, literature
Literature
Two Girls Book It Outta There [FFM2023 #25]
Christopher didn’t really like the town blowing up in flames. Not a fan. Not by her own hands way to prove a point, anyway. She’d had to abandon her leather jacket to the hungry flames a while back just to withstand the heat. Today was a terrible one for hairspray. “Chris, you okay?” Her girlfriend Lori questioned. “Uh—” Christopher just realized she had zoned out. They were currently in the back of a rinky-dink truck they looted from the side of a completely ramsacked donut shop. Nobody noticed a thing, even despite the still following the chaos earlier. Makes sense, considering who they were looting from, oink oink. “Not really?” She admitted. “Yeah, okay, dumb question.” Lori admitted. “I mean…At least most people are okay?” “The gov’s fuckin’ shit for this.” Christopher started. Her hand, like clockwork, reached for a cigarrette out of the box, a lighter from her skirt pocket, and in moments it was inbetween her lips, all without looking at it once. Her lungs were gonna be
FFM 2023 #25: Behind Schedule by NobodysSon, literature
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FFM 2023 #25: Behind Schedule
The train is late and the air in the waiting room is filling up with humidity and frustration I’m dying what a fine start to the vacation I had hoped to have a respite from dullard clients damn them all I’m trapped in a sweltering room full of exactly the same types its all I can do to stop myself from ripping this train schedule to shreds and scattering it on the floor I want to scream who is that whistling the contempt is unforgivable as if this situation isn’t bad enough without that piercing racket it must be him hiding behind the newspaper coward craven who does he think he’s fooling lower that paper you fiend let me see your craven face just as I expected a bloated squash of a head he sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile look at him he’s actually enjoying this situation the sadist he’s feeding off our misery like a fly on carrion miscreant monster if I could kill him with a glare he would be dead as a door nail right now damn it he’s looking at me was I staring look at
The gloves, they were itchy on Freya’s wrists. She adjusted them but that didn’t fix anything. Maybe she should take them off. No, they were a gift and pretty with the gold diamond embroidered in the middle. Whispers found their way into her ears, and swishing dresses. She looked up, people were trickling into the ballroom, which was lit in an orange light from the chandelier on the ceiling. Freya smiled up at the shimmering crystal hanging from the chandelier, then looked to the orchestra in the corner. They were beginning to play, quietly, then the strings came in. Loud and sharp and moving. Freya began to sway, side to side. The silk of her seafoam colored dress smoothly brushing her skin. Everyone soon began dancing too, in an organized ballroom dance, an allemande if she remembered correctly. She wanted to join, it looked like so much fun. Freya looked about the room and locked eyes with a man standing at the refreshments table. He smiled at her. Was he going to come over?
Day 25 - You talk too much by SerenityFeueropal, literature
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Day 25 - You talk too much
They said I made the grade. I'm not sure what that means, or why they felt the need to take up valuable air time with such frivolous chatter. Made the grade? Am I still in school. Flight school was years ago! I am a space pilot now, not that that title means anything to my sponsors. I can feel them waiting with bated breath for my first mistake, my first move. Over ten thousand logged hours with the simulator and it still doesn't feel like enough. Out here in space, where a single wrong move could mean the end of my life. Why do I need sponsors anyway? I worked hard for this moment, why I am I still working hard now? Don't get me wrong, I like the work, but this is not what I imagined myself doing as I listened to the mindless radio chatter of the stock market trying to predict whether I will succeed or fail. "No pressure," said my commander. I think I heard him chuckle under his breath. You know what? No, I will do things exactly as I was trained and the sponsors will just have to
FFM 2023 #22: Advertising Standards by NobodysSon, literature
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FFM 2023 #22: Advertising Standards
It took almost three nights of sneaking down to the basement while everyone else slept, but the commercial I was waiting for finally came on again. I quickly hit record on the PVR, missing only the first few seconds. It’s just like I remember it from the first time! The same catchy music, and the puppets working behind the counter! They all look so happy, singing, dancing, throwing their spatulas in the air. There’s a close up of burgers being fried on a grill and I look real close. There’s no mistaking it: they’re made out of felt just like the puppets! I lean back in disbelief as the camera pans back, showing the entire puppet staff all singing. Even the packaged food has googly eyes and mouths! The ad comes to an end, followed by one for a car. I sit numbly for a few seconds, watching a man and woman drive down a desert highway before stopping the PVR. It’s unbelievable! How can they get away with showing an ad like that? We ate there last week and there wasn’t a
FFM 2023 Day 22: Cremation by WizardandGalaxy, literature
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FFM 2023 Day 22: Cremation
When the battle is done, the victor, whoever they may be, will gather their fallen comrades and enemies alike. They will carry them, and place them together, in a pile with their friends atop their foes, and then they will weep, sharing all the memories they can put into words. Words, and words, and words, in poems and stories and low, wistful songs, will be shared without sleep through the fading day, the chilling night, and past all the next light of the sun. The bodies will stiffen and grow cold. They will loosen again, and smell more of meat than of people. Overhead, the army’s finest assets will circle, eager but dignified, waiting for their due. And then, in the second darkness, it will be time. Some of the living soldiers will strike matches. Some will fiddle with lighters, or prop up dried cuts of wood, or haul forth buckets of oil. And the very bravest few will raise whistles to their lips, calling down their beasts in the sky. The spitfires will streak down, flames
Random rebel, Ruth the ruthless, ran a restaurant in which rum, ratatouille, and raisin-ed raspberries were the recent specialty. A rare rainstorm brought a rush of real rebellious runners, readily causing a ruckus. Ruth really wanted to reason, but instead received a ransom. Runaway or fight. As a rebel herself, Ruth intended to reign supreme.
FFM 2023 #20: A Brief Essay On The Free Market by NobodysSon, literature
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FFM 2023 #20: A Brief Essay On The Free Market
Sally sells seashells by the seashore. Sadly, seashell sales steadily subsided. Stuck storing surplus shells, Sally swiftly set out sale signs. Such schemes briefly stalled subsiding stock values. Sally solicited the state for several subsidies, but substantial support proved slippery. Struggling to stay solvent, Sally sorrowfully shut her shop. Sally sold seashells by the seashore.
There she was. Despite many complaints made to the chef, she returned again and again. Always with a cat in tow. The waiters and waitresses glared at her as she waltzed through the door like she owned the place. She probably thought she did. Still, she said the same thing every time. “Table for one, please.” Please, the “magic” word. The word someone said when they really, really want something done. As if all the complaints said by this woman could be undone by the use of a single, magic word. “Right this way, madam,” replied the maître d and led her to her table. “Finally! Some decent service around here!” the woman looked at her cat. As if she’ll tip us at all tonight, thought the maître d bitterly. “And here is your menu. The waiter will be right with you.” “He better be! I’m hungry! And Mr. Tufty is hungrier!” The wait staff hardly bothered to cater to her every demand anymore as no matter what they did, she never tipped and always asked for her money back. Exactly as
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Rule: You must spell out your username with a song beginning w/ the letter then, tag as many people as there are letters! Provide links if you can!!
Muy Tranquilo - Gramatik
I Want You Back - Bobby Summer
Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley
Neunundneunzig (99) Luftballons - Nena
Eraser - Ed Sheeran
Wake Me Up - Avicii
I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco
Never Give Up - Sia
Nothing but Flowers - Talking Heads
Eagle Eyes - Felix Jaehn feat. Lost Frequencies & Linying
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