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Snips, Snails, and Dragon Tales
Aug. 7th, 2011 01:27 pmSnips, Snails, and Dragon Tales by Rich Burlew
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settings and stuff
Aug. 3rd, 2011 10:47 pmRecently watching some Dr. Who episodes -- and not the new stuff either. The original, old, with the cheesy FX, the limited cast, the ramshackle plots, the noble lack of concern with world-building consistency. . . .
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Thrilling Tales
Feb. 25th, 2011 12:43 amHere.
It has, in fact, two tales at the moment: Trapped In the Tower of the Brain Thieves, Part One of the Toaster with Two Brains, which is interactive and complete (I went through all the paths in the best choose-your-own-adventure style), and the Lair of the Clockwork Book, currently in progress.
It has, in fact, two tales at the moment: Trapped In the Tower of the Brain Thieves, Part One of the Toaster with Two Brains, which is interactive and complete (I went through all the paths in the best choose-your-own-adventure style), and the Lair of the Clockwork Book, currently in progress.
THE .DOC FILE OF J ALFRED PRUFROCK
Sep. 23rd, 2010 05:24 pmLet us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a laptop, put in sleep mode on a table
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets
The blinking-light retreats
Of restless nights in free-wifi cafes
And public libraries with internet
Streets that follow like messageboard argument
of insidious intent
The rest here.
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a laptop, put in sleep mode on a table
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets
The blinking-light retreats
Of restless nights in free-wifi cafes
And public libraries with internet
Streets that follow like messageboard argument
of insidious intent
The rest here.
first lines
Jun. 30th, 2010 10:23 pmAh, the discouragement it gives, when you are trying to polish your first line to the glossy hook that will catch your reader and drag him kicking and screaming to the next line, when you realize that other writers are capable of effortlessly spining off such peerless gems as these:
The dark, drafty old house was lopsided and decrepit, leaning in on itself, the way an aging possum carrying a very heavy, overcooked drumstick in his mouth might list to one side if he were also favoring a torn Achilles tendon, assuming possums have them.
orHe walked into the bar and bristled when all eyes fell upon him -- perhaps because his build was so short and so wide, or maybe it was the odor that lingered about him from so many days and nights spent in the wilds, but it may just have been because no one had ever seen a porcupine in a bar before.
Yes, the Bulwer-Lytton contest announced its results.
