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posted on Oct, 25 2014 @ 05:43 PM
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This is based on the following thread: www.abovetopsecret.com...

Happy Birthday, To You



"...Happy birthday, to you," he sang, as he carried the tray bearing the candle-covered cake.
An unused game of 'Pin the tail on the donkey' fluttered against the door as he passed.
The children sat, party hats on their heads, as he distributed each frosted slice to its appropriate place.
Dressing as a clown was meant to be entertaining, but these kids were each ten to twelve years old; had he made a poor choice in doing so?
While taking pictures, he silently hoped that the cemeteries wouldn't trace the missing bodies to him, until the party was over.




posted on Oct, 25 2014 @ 06:04 PM
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Dying Thoughts

“Four years… has it really been four years already?” She knew it was true. It was a rhetorical thought but the sense of disbelief still gnawed at her soul. So many friends lost. She learned that getting close to anyone only meant eventual pain. Sure, there had been men. She’d even had children but where they were now, she had no idea. That’s how confusing things were in her world. What was the point of it all? Why was she born? She’d never know the answer as the executioner's axe came down on her neck, bringing release for the chicken.



posted on Oct, 25 2014 @ 06:19 PM
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Tough Steps

Clicking footsteps, hurrying, rushing to catch the plane, making good progress, might actually make it. And then the total, sudden stop. Hang on. Step now? Don't step? When? Now? Wait? One more deep breath.

Okay, eyes open, doing it. Step now. Just do it. Now. No no no wait! Another deep breath, and...go! Oops, Okay, on the next one, go, no matter what.

Wait. Here it comes. Go now! Do it! Ugh, wait, wait, wait. Not yet it's only halfway out...no now all the way, Okay...step now! And yes! Success. Did it!

Man, escalators in high heels....



posted on Oct, 25 2014 @ 08:13 PM
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Ok, I think I've done my word count correctly, this is kind of a sequel to this entry.

An effect on the console

"Sir, something seems to be happening to the distraction index"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know the abberitions that require the extra level of control?"
"Yes"
"Some of them are getting around our countermeasures and seem to be having an affect on the subjects by pointing out the holes in the official narratives."
"So, they've been doing that for a while now and never made a difference before. Why is it all of a sudden an issue?"
"It seems as though some of them have taken to using our techniques and been slashing through the veils we weave."
"Ish."

 


Now to go back and read these others!



posted on Oct, 26 2014 @ 10:17 PM
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"Sacrifice"

It only took a couple of weeks. The book had been staring at her in the face since the beginning of the month. The passage she had just read burned into her mind. She ignored it at first and went on with her life. She went to work, prepared her meals, took care of her infant son, still the passage twisted and struggled in her mind, whispering quietly to her at night. She resisted its honeyed words; its promise of power.

But when she tasted her infant son’s blood, there they were again. It only took a couple of weeks.



posted on Oct, 31 2014 @ 08:30 PM
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Trick Or Treat



Peering out my window, I can see the parade of little ghouls, and ghosts making their way through the neighborhood.
They collect their treats, and watch their bags swell with each visited house.
I clutch the bowl to my chest; waiting for my turn to bring my brand of Halloween into their tiny lives.
Here they come! A ballerina, is it? and a ninja turtle; how adorable!
"Trick or treat!" they cry happily, as I open the door, and dropped my treats into their bags.
I cackle, thinking of their expressions, upon seeing the severed fingers among their candy loot.



posted on Nov, 28 2014 @ 06:03 PM
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Running Late


“Where the hell are they?” he bellowed, as he unceremoniously cleared his desk of papers, and garbage.

“I know I left them in here!”

Doubting himself, he left his office, stormed through the living room, and began tossing the pillows, and cushions.

“Damn it to hell!”

Then, a lightning bolt of clarity struck him; he ran to the basement.

After clearing the remaining limbs of his latest victim from the second-hand examination table, he found his missing keys.

“Thank you, God!” he proclaimed, before running to his car.

Someone’s got be on time to teach Sunday School, after all.
edit on 11/28/2014 by ProfessorChaos because: typo



posted on Dec, 1 2014 @ 07:57 AM
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'Season's Greetings' From Ferguson, MO.



Tear gas fills the air, and protesters fill the streets. They cry out for justice, while victimizing their neighbors, and breaking the law.

Candlelight vigils devolve into full-scale riots, as those who've lost a loved one stoke the flames with vitriol.

Talking heads fill the boob tube with rhetoric, and personal agendas, while blood is spilled by those listening to them.

They dance around the flaming wreckage of what was once a small bakery, and beat an old man to death, while claiming that they are the real victims.

The 'Racial Divide' has become impassable, and no one cares.



posted on Dec, 2 2014 @ 12:51 PM
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originally posted by: MojaveBurning
I had forgotten about this thread! I really liked it though, so I decided to give it a try!


No Title

If you’re near the water when it hits, you’re going to die. She had heard those words and thought it just a dream. Regret filled her heart, why hadn’t she listened to those words! She ran hard, watching with horror as the sky behind her daughter turned red. The girl danced and twirled the long ribbon in the air, silent, while her mother ran to her. There was a roaring in the air, of heat and sound that burned her face and deafened her. She screamed, grabbing the girl and squeezing her tight as the white-hot waves slammed into them.


Oh wow! What a powerful piece of writing and one that brought tears to my eyes and a heavy heart. Initially I was thinking it was about a flood/tsunami and then finding out it wasn't - oh boy! I have kids and it really made me think about things I don't ever want to.



posted on Dec, 2 2014 @ 12:56 PM
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originally posted by: NoRulesAllowed
The Psychopath (Or: The Entire World Is Against Me)

“Fifty”, they told him. “Fifty. If it’s less, betcha they screwed you like they always do”. He put the package onto his lap, fingers trembling while he hastily removed the wrapper. “I hope for your own good you didn’t screw me. You can screw everyone else but not me!” He tried to keep his anger under control but knew at the same time there was no peace until he counted them all. “Forty-EFFING-EIGHT… FORTY…EFFIN…EIGHT!!” he raged, pushing the pedal hard backing towards the drive-thru. He grabbed his shotgun. “Screw ME over with the fries?! ME??!!”, he screamed as he fired.



I loved this one and frighteningly it's what the world seems to be heading towards. There is so much anger in the world and I can imagine it getting that way for someone having a bad day and over 48 fries.



posted on Dec, 2 2014 @ 01:14 PM
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a reply to: ProfessorChaos

Loving the Drabbles Prof. S&F

What an entertaining, thought-provoking collection (and at times worryingly dark too). Just got to the end of the thread and given all of you a star. Would comment on each too, but then it would just be a pageful of replies, so
to everyone.

Going to keep my eye on this and maybe have a go myself.
edit on 2/12/2014 by YarlanZey because: (no reason given)



posted on Dec, 2 2014 @ 02:09 PM
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"Six of one half-dozen of another," Treadahilly said to her accordionist, "Just waltz me sideways for a spell and I'll be once upon a star."

The accordionist looked at her with a knowing eye.

Soon the sounds of Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, and Phil Ochs echoed throughout the metal bedroom/patio, with every discordant note in the accordionists playbook touching Treadahilly's soul and psyche.

"Now step it up a notch," requested the Duke, preparing the accordionist a sandwich.

The accordion serenaded them for hours, and the night became legend, or at least a tale to be told at noonday. Fini.



posted on Dec, 2 2014 @ 02:22 PM
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If anyone is interested, I was looking for an online collection of more drabbles to read (I'm hooked!) and came across the "drabble challenge". You're supposed to write one drabble a day for 30 days using a list of single word prompts for your topic. I think I might give it a go.

Here's the list of words, in case anyone wants to try it, or just needs to use one to help you get started with a drabble.

(Sorry it's not formatted list style, I just copied from tumblr, and I'm far too lazy to retype it!)

beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.






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