| 2: Out Of Circulation |
[Oct. 30th, 2007|03:13 pm] |
They made the barefoot girl turn out her pockets at the police station. The desk sergeant wrote down the following items on the possessions form:
A false fingernail with a video screen on it. On the underside is the term "Nokia F302." Described by detainee as her "fashion phone."
A multicoloured disk two inches across and a stylus, both branded "Chanel."
A small slug in a perspex case stamped with the biohazard symbol. Described by detainee as her "bio-dosimeter" or "canary box."
A soft credit card with a detectable pulse.
A tube the size of a lipstick that turned into a nine-inch human penis (black) upon depressing the button on its base.
A sliver of brushed steel, sticky on one side, an image of an apple etched on the other, described by the woman as her "iPod Atom."
Five American coins to the apparent value of forty-four dollars and fifty cents, bearing the face of Arnold Schwartzenegger.
"The thing about being abducted by aliens," she said, "is that they know where to put you back, but not when."
On a tinny radio in the back room, EMF were singing "Unbelievable."
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I want an iPod atom.
THanks for posting more :)
So were getting 33 unrelated snippets this time?
I liked this one much better than the previous one. Much more cohesion.
keep going. this terrifying stuff brightens my gloomy boston days.
Now those are some fake nails.
You make me excited for the future.
'On a tinny radio in the back room, EMF were singing "Unbelievable."'
I take it you enjoyed The Jacket?
Her comment is what really packs the punch here.
Do you impose a word limit on these drabbles?
These burst fictions are keeping me from fucking somebody up. They could not have come at a better time, and are appreciated.
I think that may be one of my all-time favorites. That was great.
These things always run the risk of being gimmicky. This one is full of win. Great punch line.
I now have that goddamned song stuck in my head.
i like this one a lot. you're a master at slipping in pop cult references without it seeming blatant or annoying. this is definitely a piece i will be learning from.
First, ahh future shock, too much future! I am terrified of the day when prostitutes are replaced by sex-bots, ruining the textural ambrosia that is the sidewalk trick, or when books will be replaced by hentai avatars dressed as a dominatrix reading The Fountainhead to you.
Actually I enojyed it, especially the nine-inch human penis because you know if I was the inventor I'd add some memory molding capability for maximizing pleasure and making it more personal.
...Shut up, I'm at lunch I got a red bull and some lobster bisque in me.
The Grays can't navigate for crap ever since they fractured the timestream with their t-bomb.
I love this one.
Though I would've gone with "twelve-inch penis". I mean hey, if you're gonna put the tech work into something like that, why go partway?
Five American coins to the apparent value of forty-four dollars and fifty cents, bearing the face of Arnold Schwartzenegger.
Forget the bowel disrupter - this is the most frightening sentence you've ever written.
"Schwarzenegger" has no T.
Really great piece, but that bit just grates because of the typo.
A slice of brilliant funny. Excellent!
damn kids with your pods and birds. i'd of course take the penis. i mean, who can't think of at least ten good uses for nine inches of flexible rubber in the shape of a penis right off the top of their head?
Very interesting. I want to know what happens next (which probably means you succeeded). | |
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