EPTOur last hope in the final hour of the evening. One bat, alone betrayed by the other bats.
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The chosen one
they chose me
and I didn't even
graduate out of
fucking high school
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So, I finished my flash fiction and I am posting it below. Obviously, you do not have to read it and of course if you don't like it you should feel free to tell me. Hope everyone is doing well and getting ready for the holidays. I realize my use of the language in this way is kind of unusual to many but sort of fits the Starcraft vibe in my opinion. Obviously, the writing style is terse and the logic semantic at best. Hope you enjoy.
YUY LIFE & TIMES (VOLUME 3)
YUY VOLUME 3
“Quatre, this is not ‘nam. This is bowling.” Heero Yuy shot a menacing glance at Quatre across the table. The plumes of smoke from his new cigarillo were filling the room with a noisome odor that reminded him generously of the Earth. Heero remembered how poorly his introduction speech was received. Heero did not like when his addresses were poorly received. Presumably, the failure was on account of Duo Maxwell. A distinguished personnage–no doubt. Had not yet appeared, noted Heero.
“They said you were in clothing, sir.” Quatre, chuckled.
“As in to-close?” Heero looked up again.
“As in you were in clothing.”
“I don’t really understand the sentiment.”
“It’s a peoples’ thing.”
“I don’t really understand the sentiment.”
“As in to-close, sir, or even too close, sir.”
“Too close?”
“Darn clothes, sirs.”
“I see.” Heero stood up from the table and walked to a desk against the wall. The desk was set high with books and glass cabinet doors. Heero took a moment to run one hand along the frosted glass on the office entrance door. “Look, Quatre, I am the fucking president, OK? And what about no-shows?”
“No shows, sir? And you’ve said that before, sir. About being the president.”
“Yes. I am the fucking president. We’re in the clear. Nothing to worry about.”
“You’ve said that before as well, sir. I wasn’t aware there was a chance we were not ‘in the clear.’” Quatre seemed to be ignoring Heero. “Although, speaking to the fact, some things we’ve done here are down right illegitimate.”
“They are illegitimate enough.”
“Illegitimate enough in the sense that we must say they never happened.”
“Yes, we must say they never happened.”
“Some things cannot happen.”
“No, not all things can happen. Some things can not.” Heero repeated.
“Some things cannot happen.”
The door opened.
Duo Maxwell chimed in. “Illicit, illegal, illegitimate, illegible, illiterate, illumined, and so on.”
“What?” Both exclaimed in surprise.
“Could it be!”
Stumbling in through the door half upright stood Duo Maxwell. “Well!” They exclaimed. “To what do we owe the honor?” Asked Quatre and Heero in unison.
“Could it be!”
“To what do they owe the honor,” repeated Duo Maxwell, sliding in a listless fashion across the floor.
“Indeed!”
“Could it be! Why it’s Duo Maxwell!” Said Quatre. “Yes! That’s right! It's Duo Maxwell! How are you man, and why are you stumbling!”
“And…”
Heero Yuy was walking back and forth pacing. Heero glanced over at Duo whose shambling stumble was more of a trot than an earnest effort.
“Such excess verbiage,” exclaimed Duo, seating himself at the desk table across from Quatre while Heero continued to pilfer items from the desk with the glass doors. The glass cabinets had among them many books and items, platinum, jewels, and other. What to do with stuff like that wondered Duo. Many of his eyes were not cadenced in any usual way. There was an entendre to his thoughts that led him inexorably away from the other cadets. Entertaining as it all was, there was not much chance of preference.
“What’s all this,” said Duo Maxwell, his keen eyes surveying Quatre most intently. “And who is this with you, anyway?”
“What? Who is it! Why it’s Heero Yuy, the one who pretended to be Duo Maxwell!”
“Why!”
“Why have a hit of this, mate.” Handing Duo the blunt, watching him smoke. “You know, be cautious mate.”
“Why!” Said Duo Maxwell, “it’s laced with blow (Harold & Kumar White Castle)!”
(Possibilities of authentic free speech)
Of, course, it gets you like ten times more higher.”
“Why! Ten times that’s a lot!”
“Yes, ten times more higher. You’re totally fucking gone, man.” Said Heero turning to the proceeding, holding a shooter.
“Yes, it gets you even more higher if you cough.” Said Quatre, eyeing Duo with great suspicion.
Will he cough? Quatre wondered to himself. What if he coughs.
Thankfully, Duo did not cough much. He was a decent man, Duo Maxwell!
“Well, great, comrade,” said Quatre. “One of us is a bit of a stickler for perfection, you know.”
“I know.” Said Duo Maxwell, drawing on the blunt.
“Good man!” Exclaimed Quatre.
THE VICIOUS CHICKEN OF BRISTOL
THE VICIOUS CHICKEN OF BRISTOL
The harried compatriots sank to discussing the remaining loyalists who in some perfidious fashion had absented him or herself.
“Why did you select Chang Wufei?”
“For Vice President?”
“I didn’t. Wufei is one of the last loyalists who believes the party can continue. Him and Trowa, but Wufei comes across as more sincere for one reason or another about the old party.”
“So if you had to pick a Vice President, it would be Trowa? Or would you still select Wufei?”
“A Vice President?” Heero shifted, his eyebrows stilted. “I am merely talking about diplomacy with the party.”
“Yes, sir.”
THE DRAGON OF ANGOR
THE DRAGON OF ANGOR
It was toward the end. They had reached the end.
“If you do not feel inclined toward a temperate emotional state then do not express yourself.” Trowa Barton finished reprimanding the OZ Soldiers. “People solved this particular riddle many centuries ago when we discussed the possibilities of oceans. The spelling and grammar, the lexicon, is elementary and primitive.”
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