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Three Modern FablesThree Modern Fables by apocathary
The Ducks and the Dam
It was a crisp, late-Autumn day and Beaver had been working hard with his fellows to build a new dam and lodge under the guidance of Big Boss Beaver. As he made his way back towards their workplace with his final bundle of mud and sticks, Beaver heard someone calling his name. Following the call, he found Mother Duck and all her ducklings. The hollow where they had made their nest was slowly filling up with water. He enquired politely as to why she had called him.
"Beaver, my nest is in danger of flooding because of your dam. Please, could you use some of your mud and sticks to fix it?"
Beaver thought of Big Boss Beaver and how unhappy he would be with anyone giving their resources away.
"Oh, but it is only a slow leak, Mother Duck!" replied Beaver. "I will come by tomorrow morning and fix it for you. But for now I must return to my fellows so that we may finish and celebrate with a feast of aspen bark."
Mother Duck quacked and quacked, but she could not ab
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Birthdays, Bubbles and BeautyTalk to me about America. The green rind of the hills, the desert of the mind. The bubbles blown across Haight and Masonic by a hippy in her prime. Talk to me about the coffee shops, the flowers pushing themselves out of the earth in spring, the heart of things, the moles. Talk to me about dogs in the street and hobos in the park, the breathless rest, the soul. Tell me what it's like to land in San Francisco, the folk drumming of the engine coming to a stop and the tiny crumb you call yourself pushed out into the world. Tell me and I'll tell you how it feels to find a home in these tiny houses, to piece together a neighbourhood out of scraps and seesaws and stop signs, to push the border of what is unknown a block or two further away. Tell me about the beat, the street fairs and the hot air and the swearing and the blaring horns and running like a hare in the sun. Tell me and I'll tell you about me, about the life a continent apart. Let's talk about America. Let's start.Birthdays, Bubbles and Beauty by zebrazebrazebra
I've been livi
Prompt 14: The Beginning! Just one day left to send us your slice of weirdness! I'm working on my desperate and pathetically last-minute entry--how about you?Prompt 14: The Beginning! by zebrazebrazebra
Just under one week left to get those entries in! We've only had two so far, so all you people who favourited and shared and rhapsodized about how goddamn awesome it was we were back, get your arses into gear!
Yes, it's us again. We reincarnate more often than Kenny.
This time is going to be different, though. And you can trust me on that, because it's not me who'll be ensuring it. futilitarian, a long-time contributor and judge for transliterations and someone whom I'm sure you all know if only by reputation, is stepping into the breach and making sure this dead horse keeps getting whipped. The one major change you should be aware of is that prompts will now go up on the 15th of each month and end on the 10th. Of course, this ending date is purely arbitrary and only influences who gets into the news feature; you can continue
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The degree of quality in apocathary's works is such that if I saw him on the street I would make my way over to him and swiftly run him through with my blade. Let it be understood that this murder would not be motivated by jealousy, but rather an attempt to slay the beast before its blight corrupts the entirety of the written word. At present he is mercifully confined to the digital realm, but it is only a matter of time, my fellows, until he manages by coincidence or manipulation to manifest in our physical world. On that day the sky shall rain bile and the seas will heave as the Earth Mother herself attempts to eject this sacrilege from its surface. Heed my warning! apocathary will devour us all! HE IS THE DESTRO--(transmission cut)
apocathary's works contain sentences which are in turn made up of words. The words, in a manner which reveals their function, are entirely composed of letters which can be said to belong to an alphabet. Occasionally numbers are present, but these are rare and generally considered to be mistakes. apocathary has shown he is able to take these building blocks and place them in such a way as to construct paragraphs, however it is uncertain if this is deliberate or merely accidental in the manner of a monkey brushing up against the return key. In any case, the paragraphs are commonly found to be loosely related in such a way as to suggest an overall narrative, but these relations are often tenuous or nonsensical.
If there is one word that can sum up apocathary's body of work, it would be 'bewildering'. Bewildering in the sense that one must wonder whether he has actually read any of his work before releasing it, like a rank fart, on the wider community. My beret could write with more skill than him; has done so in fact, with George Tsatsiki quoted as saying my beret's poems 'Have a fine weave about them.' In any case, if I were apocathary I would be leaning back and having a good head scratch, literally, to check if he has suffered any brain-damaging head wounds lately.
I just think it's so wonderful to see a writer like apocathary trying so hard to improve his writing. His stories are just so...special. They're like seeing that guy with no legs crossing the finishing line at the paralympics. While he may not ever write like you or I, he's doing his best in his own unique way. A tear wells in my eye everytime I see something new from him. But they aren't tears of sadness, nor happiness really; more a kind of pity that he'll never be able to write like a normal person. Good on you, apocathary! You keep doing whatever it is you might call what you're doing!
apocathary's body of work is like being stranded alone in the darkest bar in the worst part of town, and all of a sudden a massive, tattooed guy wearing a dress comes up to you and asks you to dance. You know you gotta do it, but you also know that at some point you're going to feel dirty. Real dirty. Dirty like rape. Fist rape. Brass-knuckle fist rape. Spiked brass knuckle fist rape. By Oprah. apocathary's writing is like getting spiked brass knuckle fist raped by Oprah.
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