Dr Dzoe's Stories2007-07-01T01:00:01Zhttp://ficlets.com/feeds/author/user_4After her<p>For weeks afterwards, it dominated every conversation.</p>
<p>“Did you hear?”</p>
<p>“I can’t believe it. They seemed so right together.”</p>
<p>“What will she do now?”</p>
<p>“Will we see her again?”</p>
<p>Life went on. It always did, after all. Those left behind managed somehow.</p>
<p>But not the same. Never the same.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/9002007-03-19T20:08:04Z2007-07-01T01:00:01ZDr Dzoehttp://ficlets.com/authors/user_4Is it soup yet?<p>The developer scratched his head. “Almost. We can handle logins.” <br />“Yeah, right. Let me know when I can write a story, okay?” <br />“Sure.”</p>
<p>They ran into each other in the kitchen. “You can enter a profile now!” <br />“But can I write a story?” <br />“Not yet.” <br />“Look, let me explain something. The heart of the system is the stories, right?”“Right.” <br />“We don’t have a product until we can write stories, right?” <br />“Yeah…” <br />“So why do you keep bothering me? I just want to write a story!” <br />“Oh. Okay.”</p>
<p>The developer thought. Getting the stuff would be hard, but he knew a guy who worked with explosives. He could get the laptop while the jerk was on one of his long lunches. A few wires, the explosives in the screen to make a nice shrapnel effect. Minor hacks, just a little Easter egg, when the username entered a story, send the signal via the alerts system.</p>
<p>“Can I write a story yet?” <br />“Go for it.” <br />“About time. Let me just upload my draft…” <br /> BOOM !</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/32007-03-07T20:16:14Z2008-07-22T17:23:03ZDr Dzoehttp://ficlets.com/authors/user_4