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Genevieve, Return to Aefre

1. Genevieve was totally psyched to finally be inducted into the ways of the mind speakers. Until she realized that her mother now had an infallible way to tell her to come home for dinner.

2. Orphaned Genevieve was taken in and raised by the nuns of Aefre Convent. She ran away at thirteen, dreaming of lipstick, iPods and boys. Now sixteen and living on the streets of Las Vegas, she has rediscovered God. But is it too late?

3. Nuclear winter and despair ...

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Caption: Anon.

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Writing Exercise Results . . .

are in the posts below. The task was to write a scene whose ending reveals a shocking and silly truth--that nothing in the story was as it seemed.

Tang Story 7

He couldn't tell how long he had been bound in the darkness. It must have been a long time. He was hungry, terribly hungry, for a while. No one fed him, but after a while his stomach quieted and he began to miss other things, simple things: the warmth of the sun, the feel of grass under his feet, and, more than anything else, light. He tried not to think too much of the others, whether they still walked and ate together, free in the light, whether they thought of him. Tried, also, not to thin...

Tang Story 6

She sat in front of the monitor, chewing her lips, ignoring the sounds of voices and banging doors that drifted up from downstairs, ignoring likewise the perilously overbalancing piles of papers on her desk, struggling for an idea that wasn't hopelessly obvious. It wasn't so much that dishonesty or twistedness were foreign to her nature as that she couldn't hide them effectively. A prisoner who was actually a chrysalis...an interview with an editor made to sound like a criminal trial—painfull...

Tang Story 5

When I returned from work, I found her already home. In the dark, I nearly tripped over her. Then I noticed—she was pale and bloodless, lying on the floor. "Kat!" I screamed.

Her eyes flickered open, and a smile ghosted her mouth. "I knew you'd come back, May."

I held her tightly. "Oh, Kat, so soon?"

She was trying to make her voice light, I could tell. "It's not so bad, May. I'll be back soon enough. Remember Gus? They bled every bit of blood from his body, but the next day, there he was, cheer...

Tang Story 4

My journey was a long one, made all the more tedious by the fact it was completed, of necessity, in full darkness and in the most cramped of compartments. But perhaps because I'd spent so many days in such horrid conditions, my eventual arrival was all the more gratifying. I cannot hope to convey to you the joy I experienced when finally I again saw the light of day. And then . . . Oh, heavens be praised! To come face-to-face with the object of my travels! The great man himself, Evil Editor.

I...

Tang Story 3

After the ground shook, the morning mist lifted to reveal an inner-city neighborhood.

Cyrus pulled into a parking place in front of Little Dick's Tavern. None of the other shops - Ricky'n Tikky's Tats, Frederick's Funeral Parlor, Barbara's Baby Farming - showed no signs of life. He'd driven to Little Dick's Tavern using a "no left turns" route; three times as long and shorter by 45 minutes. Two black, twenty-something Guido's greeted him with laughs. Their low-hanging jeans and knit caps shook...

Tang Story 2

This is Jack.
Jack can play.
This is Jill.
Jill can play.
Jack and Jill can play.

Jack and Jill run up the hill.
The hill is where they play.
'Run up the hill, Jill,' says Jack.
'Run up the hill, Jack,' says Jill.
Jack and Jill run, run, run.
Up the hill, hill, hill.

Up on the hill, Jack finds a hole.
'Look, Jill,' says Jack. 'It's a hole.'
'Yes, Jack,' says Jill. 'It is.'
It is a very big hole.

'Where's my bucket?' says Jack.
'At the bottom of the hill,' says Jill.
'Let's fetch my bucket,' says Jack.
'Yes, ye...

Tang Story 1

Twilight Zone Episode 23
The Cause
When we see the light and feel our world move, we brace ourselves. A metal "take away-er" takes many of us each time. The "take away-er" always comes shortly after the light appears. It removes us and then when it's finished we go back into darkness until the next time. We're not afraid or curious. It is what it is.

We are what we are, an army of idents serving a cause we have no knowledge of. The cause is why we're jammed in, the cause is why we disappear. We'...