Flash Fiction (100 Words)
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AllHailHydraGod
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No problem. The world is self-assembling. You are the final piece of the puzzle, blessed with the privilege of abstaining from participating in its evolving functionality until the very last moment. You'll experience instantaneous enlightenment like a flashmob appearing out of nowhere without preparation. Everything there ever was to know will manifest as a loving embrace, assimilating you as its centerpiece. Your consciousness will perceive every single possibility, giving rise to every single possibility at a gargantuan resolution individually piercing your consciousness, like orgasms. Simple as wind blowing your golden long hair back as you surf the wave of existence. | ||
banjoetheredskin
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kushm4sta
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On November 09 2014 05:17 AllHailHydraGod wrote: Oh, let me try No problem. The world is self-assembling. You are the final piece of the puzzle, blessed with the privilege of abstaining from participating in its evolving functionality until the very last moment. You'll experience instantaneous enlightenment like a flashmob appearing out of nowhere without preparation. Everything there ever was to know will manifest as a loving embrace, assimilating you as its centerpiece. Your consciousness will perceive every single possibility, giving rise to every single possibility at a gargantuan resolution individually piercing your consciousness, like orgasms. Simple as wind blowing your golden long hair back as you surf the wave of existence. I invented this thing. It’s called “light lettuce.” Here’s how it works. You go to subway and you ask for light lettuce. This solved a huge problem for me because normally they give way too much. So anyway one time a while ago I used this, and believe it or not the guy behind me uses it too! He fucking copied my thing. So I look at him like “wtf...”, and he looks at me for a second then looks away with this nervous expression on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he did. He was a fucking copycat. | ||
ninazerg
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Leta looked down, despairingly. "I don't know anymore. It's so much work. I practice and I practice but it's... so difficult. I don't know what to do. I'm depressed and in a funk of some sort." Flash leaned in closer and ran his fingers through Leta's hair. "You're still beautiful to me, no matter what." Flash whispered lovingly into Leta's ear, and began kissing him gently on the neck. Leta let out a soft moan and fully embraced the feelings of love racing through his mind. ^ exactly 100 words | ||
Pangpootata
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100 words. My entry for the TL Flash Fiction contest. | ||
YokoKano
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AllHailHydraGod
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y u no get the rules of your own game? | ||
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AllHailHydraGod
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Boonbag
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AllHailHydraGod
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Poll: Which 100-word flash-fiction did you like best? Pangpootata's (5) AllHailHydraGod's (4) kushm4sta's (1) ninazerg's (1) OP's (0) 11 total votes Your vote: Which 100-word flash-fiction did you like best? (Vote): OP's | ||
[UoN]Sentinel
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I could no longer handle the excruciating pain, that, I came to realize, only I was responsible for. My hands trembled with the small white pills in hand. One gulp and it would be over. It wouldn't be heard by the nervous man standing outside the doorway. It would simply be one moment of quiet, painful truth, and then my insides spattered all over the bathroom floor. But a part of me realized that I could never take the coward's way out. I returned the laxatives to my pocket and squeezed out the log. I'm never eating Indian food again. Exactly 100 words! | ||
Coriolis
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flash crushed all of his opponents he saw the world was good and created this thread to make sure everyone glorified him | ||
Minely
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There, four hours of meditation into /in-ing into a forum mafia game where the informed are fresh returners from an aforementioned-like delight savouring camping sesh', heroes of scribal-creative might and writing-prompt-conforming magic would be read, and input provided. | ||
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