another manuscript breaks off, number 1

by genghis gilgamesh

the world was obsolete but nobody declared victory. an obnoxious sinner walked down a lonely road. his name was legion - lawrence j legion iii, of pine bluff arkansas. his serial number was 34795-78329-k7, but as he did not have it written down, and had lost his wallet somewhere in the wilderness, he would probably soon forget it. his life was a waterfall of despair. there is no victory in mystery., but revenge is sweet. he finally came to a fork in the road. one road seemed to lead to a desert. the other deeper into the woods. where would he find his enemy? in the woods, living in a tree? in the desert, living in a tent? or in the great city, which no longer existed? he had enough food for about three days. in those three days, the invaders might return, civilization might be reborn, or he himself might turn into a butterfly. on an impulse, he headed into the woods. and was immediately

story one, part 2

by bofa xesjum

part two of two

all aboard! all aboard! the great sad day had finally arrived. everybody who had a ticket, by hook or by crook, was at the platform. sad sam jones clutched his suitcase with a savage passion. daniel boone, disguised as a biologist, watched from the outskirts. he could not understand what the fuss was all about. queen blue yearned for a moment of peace and quiet. the people in the know were nowhere to be seen, or so it seemed. johnny had given up on frankie and had arrived at the platform without her. please, sir, can you spare a few dollars? tolstoy had to laugh - what kind of person showed up at the platform on the sad day looking for change? but roy rogers did not find it amusing - it filled him with a curious foreboding. elvis was even more concerned - he knew something was wrong. profoundly wrong - he slowly, so as not to attract attention, began moving back toward the entrance. he wanted to get out - out anywhere, any way. nobody else seemed to have the same idea - it reinforced his resolve. gosh, gina thought, this crowd is bigger than i expected. i wish george was here - he would know what to do. suddenly the voice shouting all aboard! all aboard! stopped and another voice took its place. you people have all been gamed , the new voice, a silky feminine voice, announced succintly. this has happened too many times, tolstoy thought. how could i have been such a fool? let us go!. let us people go! a roar, apparently spontaneous, burst from the crowd. not very likely, the silky feminine voice laughed heartily. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! the roof of the platform blew open. a violent convulsion swept through the assembled would-be pilgrims. and it was all understood at last, in an instant. end of part two

story one, part 1

by bofa xesjum

part one of two

i think everybody has a right to be themselves. robin hood lived in the woods. there goes everybody again. what brings you here? i hardly know what to say any more. my mom is the nicest person who ever lived. people like you are just lucky, that’s all. davy crockett lived in the woods too, and with bears and indians. katie jones baked great apple pies, but was not very good with chocolate cupcakes. i expected nothing less from you. henry viii could be annoying at times. but you promised! remember when millionaire was a word? what can you expect from people like that? there actually was a person on tv named fred friendly - you could look it up. and another person named gorgeous george. billy the kid was an invention of the media. there was no media back then. i expect you never heard of p t barnum or nellie bly. forgive me, i thought i was talking to a civilized person. the town was strangely quiet, johnny waited for frankie in the doorway of the laundromat. come on,man. you almost had me there. the express roared through town at midnight. all the best people were on it. that was clearly understood from day one. end of part one

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