Tlogmer's published ficlets
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Birth of the Firefox
Randall Farmsworth Schin was a programmer by day and a programmer by night. He had contributed more to the firefox project th…
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Survivor
Stillness.
Miguel opened his eyes.
The cubicle was dark and empty. A lone fluorescent flickered vacantly somewhere above, c…
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Schrodinger Killed his Cat (III)
“Oh, it was stupid, Alby, it was so fucking stupid. We were graduate students, and we were stoned, and…” He broke off, starin…
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Schrodinger Killed his Cat (II)
I went inside to get some Oreos.
By the time I came back out with the package he was scribbling furiously, tiny equations sc…
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Schrodinger Killed his Cat
I was there.
It was late summer at the time, high summer, in those weeks just before the first brush of fall air finds its w…
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The last time
Unwrap it, slowly, crinkling off the plastic, watch the reflected light slide across the lid as it opens. Gingerly lift the f…
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One Item Limit
“You know, by England.” She was behind the register again, typing and chewing gum.
“Uh, yeah.” He shifted uncertainly and th…
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Two Item Limit
He just had a pack of cigarettes, and a pack of gum, and a hangover. The lights made his head pound, and the gridlocked check…
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On a lark, I reversed the gravity
Chips. Cigarettes. Salt and ice, in the lake. She looked down once more, past the grey cloud cover, fished a thumb in the wat…
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The revolution does not put dreams on trial. Nor does it save us from nightmares.
I picked Shelia up at the same time as usual and she slung a leg into the car with an avoidance of reaction to the plaster-th…
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Spin
“You know, you can’t smudge it.” She is standing in the doorway, hair backlit with green light from the hall; to him, in the …
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Cygna III
Cygna III rotates exactly once per minute.
He is standing on the observation panel, looking downward, looking at the stars m…
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Real Hat
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Nostalgia Hat
Sometimes, when I’m feeling nostalgic, I’ll turn on David’s hat.
We got it for his 20th birthday, me and Rudy and Sara, had …
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Procifia Station
Snakes, phonograph lines traced outward through the night, dividing darkness from darkness, above from below. She watched the…
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Twilight
Xetig had light brown skin, bleached blond hair gelled into coolness, and asian eyes hidden by fully reflective sunglasses. C…
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