tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77720441221816570582023-06-15T17:39:40.826-04:00The Stranger Looks BackLegacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772044122181657058.post-29555604310258759172014-09-06T13:33:00.000-04:002014-09-06T13:33:07.604-04:00black cat in a dark roomthe light did not flashits dark cells were fullso we sat in a circlejust shooting the bulli sat there with 'mandoand his circle of friends,who argued in circlesall day long, without endtoo thick to agreeeven on posting linksso I sat in the circleand had a few drinks.and all I could do was todrink! drink! drink! &Legacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772044122181657058.post-89009893839420726182013-09-03T22:58:00.003-04:002013-09-03T22:58:31.159-04:00Freaking Mad
In another time and place (when I wore a different face),A masterservant put me down (I think he wanted me to frown),But I didn't join the war (instead I chose to just ignore),And so my absence from the fray (I'd better things to do that day),Upset him when no fight was had (it seemed to drive him freaking mad),'Til he got bored and went away (for with him not a soul would play).
Legacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772044122181657058.post-86696066135743695532013-07-07T21:33:00.000-04:002013-07-09T08:10:42.350-04:00Mutant Monstrosities: The MaidenShe came from the four corners of the Earth*. She was at once all women and no woman, as inevitable as she was impossible. Those who sought her would never find her; those who found her had never sought her. She was as lovely a maiden as ever was, as lethal a monster as ever could be.
Her face was familiar to all, recognized by none. Her names were known to millions, yet few knew her name, a Legacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772044122181657058.post-41915956896224501322012-05-10T00:00:00.000-04:002012-05-10T00:00:59.475-04:00Larry And The Magic EyeOnce upon a time there were two wizards, who conjured up a magic eye that could find anything, anywhere. It was so much better than the magic eyes that other wizards had created that soon, everybody was using this magic eye, and merchants gave the two wizards buckets of gold to show their wares next to the magic eye.
The wizards soon had so many buckets of gold that they hired a merchant to takeLegacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772044122181657058.post-6510498572067527992012-04-16T01:50:00.003-04:002012-04-16T04:31:28.456-04:00Leroy's DreamThere was a strange town, just over yonder. The boy looked back at where it had been, wondering if it was really gone. He knew that it couldn't be, that somewhere deep in the hidden cracks of the Universe, a perfect replica was preserved for all eternity, waiting for him to find.
He also knew that he would never find it. He would come across snapshots, reminders of fading memories, but the placeLegacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772044122181657058.post-20858331818593450972012-03-30T02:56:00.000-04:002012-03-30T02:56:39.313-04:00Captain Beware!By the time the Captain made it to the upper deck to see what the ruckus was about, it was too late. The intruders had not only boarded the ship, but had taken the Skipper captive. He was soon in the same boat, so to speak. He blacked out.
When he came to, he saw that he and the Skipper had been strung up in the public square, and the crowd was out for blood. Well, really just the Wench and her Legacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772044122181657058.post-65193034004089895162011-12-24T09:55:00.001-05:002012-03-28T22:52:05.489-04:00Twas The Night Before ChristmasWritten Cristmas Eve 2010
Twas the night before Christmas, when all though the Shop
Not a Blogger was stirring, not a comment did drop.
Discussions just hung on the first page in quiet,
Not even the the anas could incite a riot.
The newbies were absent, no follow-me threads,
No visions of SEO danced in their heads.
The queen in her heels, the king in the queen,
Were snug in their castle, Legacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772044122181657058.post-11882408997244185102011-11-04T03:54:00.000-04:002011-11-04T05:51:52.617-04:00"Ahoy!"
It had been relatively peaceful around the Cosho Cluster lately. The Wench and her Hench had left for parts unknown, and this in itself seemed to ease the unease that had become so omnipresent that nobody noticed it anymore. Like white noise that stops suddenly, they did notice its absence, but nobody dared speak that.
It being that point in the system's orbit when most of the training outpostsLegacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772044122181657058.post-64579285877048613462011-11-01T22:52:00.000-04:002011-11-02T00:20:13.627-04:00Beyond EpilogueThe old man did not regret having closed that book. Writing it had served its purpose, and it had been time to move on.
But there were still stories to be told, and he knew he would feel like he left something undone if he came to the end of his days without having told them.
On that thought, he picked up his pen...
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