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1) Phillip (Tainus Bionnson) is a Lord's Thegn, and lives his life interpreting signs from the Lord. He seeks ordination through prayer, and bases all his decisions on prayers answered through coincidences, changes in weather, happy happenstance.
In this scene, he is with his newfound lover-- they are to get married, and they are celebrating God's grace, his blessing of putting them together on this earth, by enjoying the spring storm. It is raining heavily, with thunder and lightning. They come to a lake and jump in, full of life and hope for the future. Phillip feels compelled to get out of the lake and pray, to thank the Lord for his fiance, his incarnation of all that is Godly good on the earth, and for their freedom. In the middle of the prayer of thanks, of the removal of doubt and the assurance that God loves his children, lightning strikes the lake, and Phil's love is electrocuted.
Randall's DaydreamFour men in bright white, industrial strength, post Cold War-Era radiation suits strutted (quietly) up to the Francium Fence. It was called the Francium Fence because of its inherent quality of exploding when touched. By most things. It could, of course, differentiate between an animal and a human. Or rain, if such a blessed thing existed anymore. Because it didn't. The world was a dead thing breathing because a cruel master some people call God of the Cosmos kept things pumped up with ten gagillion gigawatts of electricity, like the Captains of Enterprise kept their Francium Fence pumped up with only ten thousand watts of electricity -- still enough to fry an average human man. But anyway, the Francium Fence didn't care if you were human or animal, and for good reason, because the people of this time, which is the year 2089, so that no one reads this story like I read a Ray Bradbury story in which things are supposed toRandall's Daydream by lookiebird
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Drum-kits-- and seven savior figures said,
"Villians come! and life is dark and fleeting"
But still they sound, and they'll be found not fled.
And I'll be there, unlucky as the rest.
They'll find me, bind me, lead me to the cliff
And chide my lemming weakness. Then the test
Will come, and guards and kids will find me stiff.
There is some quality of life our choice
Affords-- we're playing to our death, a voice
Of reason whispers-- what is left to gain?
The lasting gift of life is only pain!
Respite in a final blow? Then, steel door,
Lock and chain, padded ceiling, walls and floor.
"Pessimistic!" Alan spouts. "The speaker is mentally unsound; he's left no room for hope in his thought, and that's why I think the poem is so boring! Where's the suspense? Where are we, the readers, supposed to go, when this enjambment using, life-hating, feeble mi
Manny's RevengeManny ate his soggy bread the same way that Austini Cappeli, the famous Italian mallard and goose slayer of the Days Before the Pond Cooperative, had slogged down his last meal of soppy spinach and red algae. The rye tasted loads better than the spinach must have, but flavor came from the circumstances, not from the food itself. Mallard Austini knew he was going to die after his supper -- the algae that stained his greens a rusty red was harvested particularly for executions and was one of the deadliest pond-scum pollutants known to fowl-kind. The Mallard must have loved every bitter bite.Manny's Revenge by lookiebird
Even though Manny wasn't sure his time was up, he gulped his bread chunks as though it was. Those tourboats and their horrible human drivers would pay. Tonight.
Slowly, Manny swam under a bridge that crossed the Regent's Canal near Camden Town. The sky-blocker wasn't ancient; it was metal, functional, and very dirty. He slid alon