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My Ruminations of Ficlets... Part 3.

2008-07-27T04:56:01Z

And lastly, Ficlets is a living being. Foreign objects such as the occasional crappy “lemon” and most Fanfiction is ejected through the reflexes of Lawver Intervention and No Reviews. Viruses and bacteria are rejected in a similar manner, and Ficlets reacts to its environment. As politics and topics move on in society, the same happens in Ficlets. The collective energy of the stories is stored efficiently, and as the stories and authors adapt to their outside interests such as work and their individual affairs, the fortress of Ficlets protects its business by keeping the outside interests out, and by adapting and responding to an ever-changing world.
Ficlets is a living fortress, protecting its business and its purpose excellently.

My Ruminations of Ficlets... Part 2.

2008-07-27T04:55:27Z

Ficlets is a fortress. Each story is a brick in the walls of it, and each author a defender. Each good series forms battlements in which the author of the series can truly have a great advantage to fight off the illiteracy, whilst those who do not write good series or stories, or writes near-illiterate stories en masse, forms a less significant part of the fortress, such as wooden walls or in the worst cases, a mere ditch in front of the doors… but every story helps against such an enemy! And the rest of the Internet, the fortress grows weaker… but it lives! Indeed, Ficlets shall live forever! It is lead by a glorious set of commanders, whose wisdom proves more and more valuable against a growing threat…

My Ruminations of Ficlets... Part 1.

2008-07-27T04:54:08Z

Ficlets is a business. It is the nexus in which aspiring writers as well as readers collect and exchange knowledge, inspiration, and advice over a wide area. It is as though it is this exchange that provides a baselift and a starting point for the writers, who wish to get their stories published in most cases. It is this aspect of free exchange that allows some great series to be written, and perhaps, one to be published! Only time will tell if this purpose of Ficlets will extend itself to the full potential…

That Fateful Day...

2008-05-25T05:27:23Z

I stood on the edge of a pillar of the Brooklyn Bridge. The water’s embrace was only a step away… and helicopters had already began circling my head, covering the story. “Clotifoth, we can work this out!” Aron yelled at me from ground level using a police megaphone. I throw one of my prosthetic legs at him angrily.

I have no money, no health, no anything. Even if I were to live through this, I’d lose my license for sure. Hell, I’m doubtful these clothes are even mine. And then she came…

Neko-Gin stood by the entrance of a helicopter in front of me, crying. “Please, Clotifoth, I’ll help you! I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done! Please, don’t do this!” I was… honest to god… touched. It was though all the bad fortune she’s caused me was all simple mistakes; the proof was her offer to pay for my medical stay after I got down. I extended a hand out…

...which was just enough to knock my balance, on one prosthetic leg, off…

...which was enough to send me plummeting to a blue death…

Testimonial of Dr. Jack Nile (Audiotape)

2008-05-25T05:20:05Z

Ah, yes. I was Clotifoth’s chief doctor from three years ago until he… Well, we developed a very special bond.

See, Yez Aron had called me (We are good friends.) right away because Clotifoth was feeling quite ill after is appearance on Yez’ Sez, his talk show. He had the symptoms of AIDS , and we scheduled an appointment for Thursday, two days from then. Unfortunately, he went to a party with his evil girlfriend Neko-Gin and I met him in an emergency room, with both his legs blown off. He became bitter with everyone except me, his parents, and Aron. [Audible sigh.] He got new prosthetic legs, and became progressively angry with himself and the world as his pain became more and more intense. Eventually, his caring family was jolted away from him, and with no insurance… he was forced away from the hospital, seeing as how he could not pay in total.

I visited him everyday after work though; but alas, after two days, he became too fed up with it. He drove to the Brooklyn Bridge that fateful day…..

Testimonial of Yez Aron

2008-05-25T05:10:45Z

Clotifoth began retelling the story to me, obviously disgusted with it. “Well, it was one night after a huge party. I didn’t get drunk, luckily, but [my girlfriend] Neko-Gin’s family had gotten really, really wasted.” He appeared nauseous for a moment, but continued. “I was in the bathroom, using the toilet of course, when all of a sudden-”

He paused, then continued. “Neko-Gin’s grandmother, completely naked, opened the door and asked ‘Is this taken?’ I vomited then and there!” Clotifoth couldn’t tell it, but most of the viewers of my talk show were laughing madly from this experience, broadcasted across the nation.

“So what did you do?” I asked him, barely keeping from laughing, shakily holding the microphone to him. He spoke, nervously, “I stood up, pants down, surprisedly karate kicked her out the door- which ripped my jeans in half.” I laughed madly at this next line, part of the broadcast which would get me an Emmy nomination. If only I knew the entire truth of him then and there…

Dear Succubus of My Relative Youth...

2008-05-25T04:05:04Z

How I wished you never had done this…

You hate me; that’s the problem. You said you loved me, and my friends said you didn’t. I should’ve listened, I shouldn’t have cursed out my friends so much for dissing you. Even your friends hated you- and did so publicly! Why didn’t I just listen…

Well, here’s my fate. I am stuck to a bed, with injections every hour for keeping me alive with the AIDS you’ve given me. At least my new prosthetic legs are in: I thought I’d never walk after you’d gotten me drunk, gave me an M80 at the Fourth of July party, and lit the match. How I should’ve learned from that… but alas, I was young and foolish.

I’ll never forgive you. I’m old, and to be honest, you aren’t worth giving a fuck anymore. You’ve driven me from my health, from my friends, from my life, and from my money. I can only hope that the same has happened to you and your illegitimate children. Thank god my parents have health insurance for me; they’re gonna outlive me anyway.

Go To Hell,
Clotifoth

The Friend

2008-03-28T17:22:12Z

I arrived at the new school at last. Having moved from Denver, an open school was certainly a new experience to me. It had fields, a centralized class building, and a curious looking sphere on the side of it. I confidently walked in.

“Ooph!” I fell over, bumping into another student at the door. He looked fairly “nerdy”, but somehow, stylish.

“Sorry about that!” I blurted out.

The kid sighed, both of our bookbags having been thrown out far in front of us. A book flew out of mine apparently, backwards to us. His face instantly lighted upon reading the title. “So, you’re into swordplay?” he asked me. I replied affirmatively.

He drew a sword from his own bag. “Same here. Th’name is Kevin.” He offered his hand, I shook it. This might’ve been a peaceful moment if a security guard wasn’t staring at us. “I am going to have to take that sword…”

And as such, a few months past. We got into a few scrapes with security, but nothing too serious. That’s when I learned about the Bag….....

The Bag...

2008-03-27T17:43:59Z

“Aw, great,” Kevin Kravitz spoke. He was my best friend, and had admirable, if not godly, intelligence. “I got voted for the Bag.”

“The Bag?” Hey, I was new…

Kevin chuckled. “You’ll see eventually. Just keep in mind… it sucks.” Duly noted.

I ran to English, my next class, at full speed. Kevin walked down a different hallway, even though we shared the same class. It led to the outside…

“Kev, where ya going?” I ran excitedly after him. But he only walked, ignoring me. The remainder of the students filed into their classes, and the bell rang. Debating it over for a minute, I ran to him. He rounded a corner, I followed. And that’s when I learned what the Bag was.

It was, literally, a giant, purple, translucent drawstring bag. I couldn’t stop running fast enough, and I ran highspeed into it. “Ed?!” Kevin yelled at me once we were inside the bag. The bag shut closed, and that’s when the ritualistic symbols became apparent. Glowing red, a spike protruded from each one.

Ouch.

I Invented My Death (YOitsME Spring Challenge)

2008-03-19T17:27:26Z

He knew all my secrets, he knew all my lies…

The evil learned everything. I was locked up inside his torture room. I noticed a single iron maiden and winced at the irony of being killed with the very creation I invented.

The evil entered. His flowing silver hair and green eyes did nothing to hide the fact that this man was made of evil. “You invented the device that made me this.” He threw off a cloak, revealing very tattered leather clothing with large holes nearly everywhere, through his very body, a few of them went. He roared, I tried to escape and I tripped on the floor.

The man picked me up effortlessly- with one hand, it seemed- and placed me on top of the maiden. I, of course, knew to position myself around the larger spikes, and he pushed a button. The maiden shut, and I felt fine, for a moment. No serious wounds had appeared. He pressed a button on the side, and a series of hidden spikes stabbed my vital organs like cheese.

He had known all my secrets, he had known all my lies…

Civil War? WHAT Civil War? Part II

2008-03-18T19:33:22Z

The Farmer’s Union and Confederate troops began to position their simplistic cannons. The year was 1923, after all, and the North still had better weapons like tanks. The cannons fired.

“Holy-” The second barrage began. Beckett ducked his head as shrapnel sliced up his platoon. How’d they get flak cannons? Beckett worried enormously. An open field formation of troops carrying obviously outdated rifles and muskets moved closer. A drum player began a war tune, and a barrage flew overhead.

The pound of a Howitzer gun from next to him, followed up by another five, resulted in the formation exploding instantly. “That was a little too close,” Beckett yelled to the artillerymen, “We gotta be careful. I think the Kaiser might’ve joined up with ‘dem Feds or somethin’. They got flak.” An infantryman came running towards the base at full speed, waving the American flag.

“Sir,” Lieutenant Sherman ran toward the General. “the Bear Republic has agreed to join us!

A faroff oasis across hostile lands…

The Civil War? WHAT Civil War?

2008-03-18T17:23:32Z

“Dammit soldier!” General Beckett stood straight up, anger in his eyes. “There’s no way we’re going to hold ‘em off like this!”

“But sir,” Private Cooper spoke, “the Feds are already a few miles from here!” The two soldiers argued in the middle of Boston, Massachusetts- the new Capital of the United States. After secession after secession took place in the American heartland, America looked more like Europe. The Rockies to the West Coast was the Bear Republic, from that to the Mississippi were the Greco-Zakomov states, bordering eachother north to south on the Mason-Dixon line. And then, reaching the Ohio River Valley, was the Confederate States, also on the Mason-Dixon line, and north of it, the Farmer’s Union Republic, and north of even that, bordering around Albany, was the United States of America. The name hardly fit now.

“Well, soldier, we CANNOT let another rebellion stay! We gotta serve what’s left of our country!” Everything that wasn’t Massachusetts or more north was rebelling at once.

Ego Libido Amo Tu In Aeternum, 22

2008-03-17T17:47:08Z

“Barkhas the Scrying predicted a full-scale invasion of the city and the Academy from the Ninjutsu traitors.” Sephith responded as the coach left the city.

“And,” he added, “we must flee to Astrala. The City of the Mousepeople would be too risky.”

“Didn’t the Ninja destroy it?” I questioned.

He sighed. “They never guarded it. The Carast Province is already rebuilding it.” We proceeded to talk about the recent events in detail. Apparently Barkhas wasn’t the only person who knew of the worldly political state. I hadn’t known, but Sephith had defended the City of Mousepeople while training a bit there. He then fled with millions of others to Caterbloom City, where he helped magically construct Fort Caterbloom, and finally transferred back to Grentle to teach.

Ego Libido Amo Tu In Aeternum, 21

2008-02-13T20:05:42Z

It started as the Shinen of the Moon was convinced to tear down its patron fort. Then, they invaded the City of the Mousepeople (This was a long 3 years ago) before demolishing Fort Sun, and a countless number of villages in their way. The only establishments cusioninh the capital now were Caterbloom City and Fort Derogrimm, and if Grentle Academy fell, they’d be doomed. And yet, not a single troop of the Empire beyond the 700 per fort was sent to stem the invaders…

A single black coach with two chainmailed horses flew toward me, from inside, a delicate hand swiftly pulled me in! “Seracor!” I recognized the form of Sephith in the front of the coach, and Varagas next to him. “Sorry we brought a coach, Seracor,” Varagas smirked, “but we could only find two horses.” I smiled slightly, then returning to the distraught expression I wore earlier. “What the hell is going on?!”

Ego Libido Amo Tu In Aeternum, 20

2008-02-13T18:38:44Z

The mage cursed itself for summoning the flaming beast. Though this flaming tornado, one I could not hope to eliminate, was a great threat in itself, a much larger problem posed itself to me. Who started the fire?!

I ran fullspeed towards the academy, hoping to save at least some reminder of Grentle Academy. About halfway, I began to worry aobut Sephith and Varagas. Where were they? I began hearing shouts in a strange language from the other side of the town, along with roars of a beast. I could only assume that our newly sworn enemies were attacking again.

Our enemies were the rebels of Fort Ninjutsu. It was a hidden fort, where the once fellow Ninja practiced their art. But when enemies attacked and sieged the fort, the Empire never helped, so as they slowly defeated the invading forces, they grew resentful of the Empire, and when they finally triumphed, they decided that the Empire needed a new ruler. And thus, they began to carve a path to the Capital.