White Hat's published ficlets
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Yet Another Belated Quiz Response

Favorite color?
Red, green, or blue, depending on the day.Favorite TV show?
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More Belated Quiz Answers Just Cuz

What color/pattern is the nearest tissue box to you right now?
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Belated Quiz Responses For The Hell of It

Is there just one normal, average everyday thing some people do that you just think is a mortal sin?
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Stage 14
I find myself spiraling ever closer to madness.
The walls… they taunt me. She taunts me.
I haven’t eaten in… a very l…
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Style For You (!!!)

You sit at your keyboard eating your Pocky. You liked the 1024-character pseudonymous fiction. To write your own is something…
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Beauty Incarnate

Beauty is not having to answer to anyone, I thought.
_Beauty is freedom from criticism, freedom from constraint. Beauty is…
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Caution
I fell for hours.
This is not hyperbole. I was not in space. Not technically.
Imagine a giant sphere as thick as a planet s…
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Appearances
She stood calmly among the stars. Eyes closed, as if meditating, or listening to music no-one else could hear. Like the capta…
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Craft
In the event of a water landing, I would be used as a flotation device, according to the dropship pilot.
Why she would nee…
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Bad To Worse To Worst
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The Forced Rhyming!

lost in an endless maze
what i really need is a latheto fashion a baseball bat
and club that damn guy with the hatthat to…
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Not Again
“Why do you kill people?” she asked, trembling, her face sprinkled with blood and dust. “There are so few of us left.”
It wa…
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Apologies
No apologies in the land of the dead. I was learning this the hard way, aided by the meaty fists of an irate Spartan warrior….
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The Rain
A liquor cabinet full of hope.
Scissors of justice, a pervert’s panty stash of righteousness.
Slice slice. Pop. Stuff.
Pop…
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Sequelbait?
I mounted the vespa in as close to motorcycle style as I could manage. Kick-start.
“Bruummm-cough-sputter,” said the vespa.
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Evil Robots From The Future Again
“Let me re-explain in simpler terms.”
“No. I get it. You’re an evil cyborg from the future sent to prevent the human resista…
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Cybercapitalismo
98,000.
A blur.
97,000.
The numbers ticked by quietly on my visual feed and I steeled myself for the inevitable.
My colle…
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An Event In Itself

At last.
Awareness dawned in synchrony with the planet’s local sunrise. Deep within, the rumblings of ancient fires began …
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Afterthought

“Why couldn’t they have just nuked the thing from orbit?” was becoming a personal motto.
“Orders are orders,” was the inevit…
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If you don't have anything nice to say...
I have only one nice thing to say about the Pathfinders, though everything I have to say about them they’d take as a compli…





