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]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/23/#002989 http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/23/#002989 Theme Mon, 23 Jun 2008 09:01:58 -0500 Jeff R.: The Advancing Frontiers of Science Franklin couldn't care less. By which I mean it would be clinically impossible for him to be even one unit less concerned, about the test topic (Global Warming), the positive control (Kitten Trapped in Burning Building), or the negative control (Price of Watermelons in Tibet). I've got the electrode readouts to prove it.

I made the research assistant check, twice, to make sure Franklin wasn't actually dead, having slipped through the normal checks for that sort of thing in prospective subjects, but he was in fact breathing. So I instituted a new rule.

From now on, no more law students.

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/23/#002990 http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/23/#002990 JeffR Mon, 23 Jun 2008 14:15:40 -0500 Tuesday You're holding a gun...

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/24/#002991 http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/24/#002991 Theme Tue, 24 Jun 2008 07:05:26 -0500 Wednesday There's a strange car circling your block.

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/25/#002992 http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/25/#002992 Theme Wed, 25 Jun 2008 07:03:54 -0500 Thursday Discipline.

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/26/#002993 http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/26/#002993 Theme Thu, 26 Jun 2008 09:57:55 -0500 Sealyon: A Breakthrough Discipline is what keeps her from freezing. Long days – weeks, months – of wandering the cities on her own, keeping herself safe, and a lot of killing: it's a discipline no less than that of any martial art practice. No less than the soldiers' training, before they also succumbed to the endless tide of walking dead.

Mah…

My God, he did say something. Although her brain screams that it's not possible, she listens. Stops struggling. He stops pulling.

Mah…

Jesus, his breath is disgusting. Breath? On a zombie?

Ree.

Mah. Ree. What the hell? Oh.

She says it out loud: "Marie."

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/26/#002994 http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/26/#002994 Sealyon Thu, 26 Jun 2008 15:11:27 -0500 Jeff R.: Grounds For Punishment Captain Randolph was disgusted. He called over his first mate. The little man scurried across the deck.

"Yes, Keptin?"

"Do you know what's wrong with this ship?"

The mate stared at him, blankly. Eventually Captain Randolph had to begin again.

"No, of course I'll have to spell it out for you. In fact, I can sum it up in a single word."

"What word is dat, Keptin?"

"Discipline."

The mate stared, blankly, for a few seconds. Then he spoke. "No, no, dis a ship, Keptin." He waved up at the sky, at a distant contrail. "Now dat, dat a plin."

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/26/#002995 http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/26/#002995 JeffR Thu, 26 Jun 2008 16:48:54 -0500 Friday Anticipation.

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/27/#002996 http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/27/#002996 Theme Fri, 27 Jun 2008 10:27:48 -0500 Monday Misery.

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/30/#002997 http://100wordstories.com/2008/06/30/#002997 Theme Mon, 30 Jun 2008 06:58:39 -0500 Tuesday Hanging on by your fingernails.

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/01/#002998 http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/01/#002998 Theme Tue, 01 Jul 2008 07:23:23 -0500 David: Joisey, Maybe Lawn Guyland Oh. My. Gawd. So, I went down to the salon this afternoon to get my hair and nails done. Philippe, that nice homosexual boy who knows the way I like my hair, got deported, for crying out loud, so I had to sit for Shelley. I know! I look like she went after me with pruning shears or something. I swear, I’m not going back there again, no matter how much I like that shampoo they use. Well, not for my hair anyways. Gladys is a magician with nail clippers and polish, I swear to Gawd. Just look at these.

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/01/#002999 http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/01/#002999 David Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:47:48 -0500 Wednesday What an odd flower.

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/02/#003000 http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/02/#003000 Theme Wed, 02 Jul 2008 08:08:27 -0500 Stacy: Surely You Saw That Coming “Bronsky?”

“What’s up?”

“Can’t find Bronsky. He was right over by that Sauromatum-type plant, and now he’s gone.”

“Of course he’s not gone, moron, we’re on the eighth moon of Venus. Just where the hell would he go?”

“I don’t know, dammit, but he was right there and now he’s not!”

“Calm down, Rogers, we’ll find him. He’s probably just off having a whiz.”

“You know, I’ve had it with this sloppy fucking operation. First we miss our landing area, then we lose comms, and now this… Are you listening to me?”

“That smell… Vanilla? Cookies!”

“Wait, don’t…”

GULP

“Fuck.”

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/02/#003001 http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/02/#003001 Stacy Wed, 02 Jul 2008 16:51:04 -0500 Thursday It seemed like a good idea at the time.

]]> http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/03/#003002 http://100wordstories.com/2008/07/03/#003002 Theme Thu, 03 Jul 2008 07:51:18 -0500 Friday A nasty fireworks-related accident.

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