Business

We get the signal on the freeway while we’re doing about 85, morse code in the blinkers.  We use old systems because all the new driving technology is monitored by the government.

The air pours in hard, whipping at my hair and shirt.  I level my suction harpoon and fire.  It hits the other car on the door, below the window… perfect.  I fill a compartment and throw, the pulley zipping across the low-friction rope once, then a second time.  I open the compartment, detach the rope, and smile.

Damn, drug deals are a pain in the ass these days.

Application

To whom it may concern,

I’m not sure how people used to go about this, and this seems a little… unconventional, but they say you can get anything on Craigslist.

I would like to announce to any and all up-and-coming supervillains that my services as henchman are ready and available.

A few years in the military gives me a background with weaponry, and dozens of temp jobs have supplied me with a rather varied skillset, so I am ready to tackle any problem in your path, be it a plucky do-gooder or a clerical error.

Thank you for your consideration.

With Fondest Regards to Sir Terry Pratchett.

The Cackling is approaching fast.  Clearly I was not as vigilant as I thought.

I can feel it in my bones, and I can hear it from time to time.  An honest laugh goes on for too long, or my throat dries out halfway through, sharpening the edges of the thing.  What’s worse is that I find myself laughing at extremely inappropriate moments, like my mind is slipping.

It’s taken a few of my compatriots, dragged them down into hurting people instead of assisting them.

I have to help deliver a baby tomorrow… and I have never been more worried.

Matricies

You hear about them on the news every day, seems like.  ”Cyberterrorists”, they call them on the news, but it’s the same old religious fanaticism.  Wackos claiming that they “can truly open the eyes of the people to a world beyond the one we know”?  They’ve been shouting that stuff since the Crusades.

I can’t believe the government agents can’t do more about them.  They’re a genuine threat, and their attacks on our lovely city are unwarranted and unthinkable.  I mean, the power went out for thirty blocks the other night!

They’ve got such fancy names, though… Neo, Trinity, Morpheus.

Love Like Binary Stars

Our love is that of a binary star system-

It is something bright, rare, and wondrous, with all the outward appearance of something that will imminently collapse upon itself, of being something dangerously unstable, of something that will invariably collapse upon itself, but we thrive on this perceived instability and that makes us all the stronger.

While we may occasionally lash out against each other, we incinerate anything that dares stand between us with a searing intensity that few can rival, and it would take an act of the very gods themselves to rip us from our whirling stellar dance.

Death

Sometimes I can feel it- the way I am going to die.

My dreams try to convince me that it is from falling, or at the hands of another.  My deepest fears tell me that it will be long, painful, hard, and horrible.  My mind calmly states that it will be peaceful and enlightening, the beginning of something wholly new.

But I know.  I know by my occasional shortness of breath, by my greenish-grey eyes and the salt on my skin.  I know by my hatred of swimming, despite my lure towards the ocean.

I know that I will drown.

Gone but not forgotten

I have not forgotten about this little blog.  I have simply been in a nearly constant state of flux.  Now, one could surmise that this would have led to inspiration of some sort, but it’s just been exhausting.  I’ve committed the cardinal sin of writers, where I have said aloud: “the last damned thing I want to do write now is write.”

But, if Nanowrimo got me into this funk, then perhaps another shock to the system is in order, which is exactly why I signed up for Script Frenzy.

Now I need to learn how to write a script.