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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts: Griselda's World--first bit

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts. Monday, March 13, 2006. Griselda's World- first bit - by bytemymostlyshorts. I'm on draft five of this monster, and i can no longer see it. Good, bad, ugly? Opinions, please. I know it starts slower than my usual style, but then, it's about 60,000 words, so I've got to build up momentum some how. Thanks! CHAPTER ONE: The Last Day on Earth Begins. Vinyl shorts with a woolen cap? What on earth is she thinking? And what’s that on the front? Oh my god, how embarrassing. Er Griselda l...

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts: Woof Battles, chapter four, beginning

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts. Monday, March 20, 2006. Woof Battles, chapter four, beginning - by ilana. Hi guys- the main character is named North and is a gay thirteen year old guy, just fyi. Woofs are depression or feeling mean and sad- it's developed earlier. Thanks for reading. Ginger called me up one night to talk about our 7th grade Science teacher, Mr. Vittles. Do you think he’s on drugs? I think he’s on drugs. Look at all the coffee he drinks! He could be on drugs. I think he takes No-Doze, I said.

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts: Larz the Scavenger

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts. Thursday, March 23, 2006. Larz the Scavenger - by Jeff Sanders. Com’ mere, Wobbles. I wanna talk to ya, his brother Shat would say through a mouthful of spit. Larz would scream, and run, but inevitably found himself pinned on his back, Shat’s knuckles pounding on his sternum, and a long, dangling spit sagging over his face. You git what’s comin’ to ya, Shat would laugh. You git what’s comin’ to ya! And yet, out of a sense of frugality, and also sheer stupidity, Charlz built his f...

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts: The Mulligrubs--Chapter Two

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts. Monday, March 13, 2006. The Mulligrubs- Chapter Two - by bytemymostlyshorts. The other side of the opening wasn’t black at all. It was a factory. When the boy came through, he took in the surroundings, then tittered. Lord, you are a traditionalist, aren’t you? This, she said, is excellent. Breaking the barriers of time by smashing all the clocks to bits? The boy shouted over the railing. Don’t play for too long! He pulled a folded up umbrella from his sagging pocket, its skirt mu...

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts: July 2006

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts. Monday, July 24, 2006. A prologue - by D'Artagnon Wells. Regardless of the few fires burning in the barrels, it was too dark, almost even for the Sabbat mercenary, and he loved it. The black was so thick, like the folds of a crushed velvet blanket drenched in molasses. Yards and yards of black falling all around, holding him close, almost cuddling. Not cuddling. Cuddling would indicate comfort. Now he was diminished to hunting down fat, stubby, smelly bums in the alleys of his fa...

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts: April 2006

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts. Sunday, April 23, 2006. The Writer And the Brit- Chapter Two - by ilana. Note- I'm skipping material in chapter one, a dream sequence which ends with knocking on a door. Here's chapter two:. Alexandross awoke with the sheets gone from the bed and a small puddle of wet next to his mouth. He was lying on his stomach, his ear and nose stuck to the pillowcase from the drool. The rapping on the door grew more urgent. Another pause. He heard the scratch of a pencil across his door.

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts: The Writer and the Brit--Chapter One, first part

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts. Monday, March 13, 2006. The Writer and the Brit- Chapter One, first part - by bytemymostlyshorts. There was a writer who stashed himself away in his room, eating nibblets of cheese, like a mouse. He wasn’t a very good writer, but he kept himself busy. Book after book, story after story, he worked himself, never tiring or stopping to visit. Without a word, he clicked the door shut and padded back to his seat. Her shoes clacked in front of the door, down the hall, down the stairs&#...

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts: Definition

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts. Monday, March 13, 2006. Definition - by bytemymostlyshorts. Rick opened the door with a sigh. It was a long day, and by the condition of the living room, it was going to be a longer night. Shit, he breathed out. Erin popped her head out of their bedroom, Hey, baby. You’re home! Hearing her chipper tone first thing when he arrived home always brightened his day. Now, it was annoying. He wanted to shove a pen in his ear just to avoid the tonal scrape of her voice. I got the part!

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts: Woof Battles, chapter five

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Byte My (Mostly) Shorts. Friday, March 24, 2006. Woof Battles, chapter five - by ilana. Ginger met me after school and we began the long, hot walk home. Here’s that crystal you wanted. This side goes up. She placed a rose quartz in my hand. I glanced at her, then looked at her again, checking for horns. You’re welcome, she sighed. We walked along. I could feel sweat dripping down the back of my neck. I said, shaken. No, you’re not. That’s the whole point. I stared back at her, keeping my face blank.