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By RC
Rodney had finally
perfected his art, and he was thrilled. So thrilled that he took a flying
leap—exactly 362 feet up and in perfect form: left arm up and back to the angle
required by the Dau; right arm straight out, fingers pointing forward; and
paralleling the arms, one leg back with foot pointing forward and the other
straight out, toes upright. It was terrific! Of course, he was aware that
probably no one saw him, but that didn’t matter; he had done it!
Having perfected his
form, Rodney was now able to see the future. Before, he had only had brief
glances and fading pictures of what would happen. It was just as the great Lali
Mama had always said, in those bulletins put out from Tebit: “Imperfect form,
imperfect knowledge; perfect form, perfect knowledge”. And Rodney had really
struggled, for years. As far as he knew, he was the youngest person, at
twenty-eight, to have ever done it.
His pronouncement came
early the next morning, as he leapt over times square: “It is clear to me that
tomorrow brings the climax of the Great War of our time.” he voice echoed over
the stunned crowds below him.
Someone down below, a man
with very white hair and a wrinkled face, looked up with a consternated
expression. “But, the war ended seventy-one years ago,” he shouted. “And we
haven’t had any since.”
Rodney immediately began
to fall. Somewhere over the Hudson he remembered: He had not yet predicted the
beginning of the second “Great War of our time,” and no one understood. This was the war
against human limitations.
Rodney woke up in the
hospital. There must be something I still haven’t got right in my form, he
thought, repeating the mantra: “Imperfect form, imperfect knowledge; perfect
form, perfect knowledge”.
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"They stood at the window for a long time, silently watching the sunset."
by PV
They stood at the window for a long time, silently watching the sunset. Well, that's what I thought, looking at the conclusion of Days of our Lives. I suppose we might fit into an episode were I to write a spectacular lead-in to our place in this state hospital - after all, the room did have a bath and my ancient relative, John Carter of Mars, was getting the attentions of a pretty nurse. She, of course, didn't believe a word of what I said. After all, who has a great granddaughter named Thuvia, Tamer of the Banths. I can hardly wait to get my sword back. Grandfather did promise to show me some of his famous moves - even after 200 years.
by PV
They stood at the window for a long time, silently watching the sunset. Well, that's what I thought, looking at the conclusion of Days of our Lives. I suppose we might fit into an episode were I to write a spectacular lead-in to our place in this state hospital - after all, the room did have a bath and my ancient relative, John Carter of Mars, was getting the attentions of a pretty nurse. She, of course, didn't believe a word of what I said. After all, who has a great granddaughter named Thuvia, Tamer of the Banths. I can hardly wait to get my sword back. Grandfather did promise to show me some of his famous moves - even after 200 years.
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Who cared anyway, Morris thought. Why did he even bother.
By CC
Morris walked down the cobbled streets of
Pontywthyrluddntpwilgwynwy Wales and thought who cared anyway, why did
he even bother. He could never pronounce the name of this cursed town. The
frustration burst over him like acid. He ran to the doors, pounding on them,
slapping the windows so that the picturesque curtains shook, crying Ponty…. pontywhthludd.. whywhywhy. Portly housewives with floured hands ran
outside in alarm before realizing what had happened. Oh, it was Morris again.
They all, to a woman, wished he had stayed in Stubhampton Bottom where he belonged.
But when he married into the Owen-Jones-Davis2 family, he moved here with
his wife. It had unhinged him. But none of them knew what to do about it. When
Morris reached home that evening he ran to Aeronwen and cried, we must go back
to Stubhampton Bottom, I cannot live here anymore. She sat down and poured a
beer. Well, she said after a few sips, I suppose we could go to Wookie Hole or
Marston Bigot. Oh please, he cried. I would give anything to leave here. She burped
and smiled. She had an eye on the packet of caerphilly stuffed in his pocket.
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"She spent decades in contemplation and intense personal inquiry."
by GS
Metamorphosis Mystery.
It happened rather suddenly. One day he had a normal dog body, and the next it had degenerated into a human form, with all its physical limitations. Of course, having hands with opposable thumbs was a plus, but not being able to run quickly and sure-footedly was a serious drawback.
His owner, Madeleine, was dumbfounded by the transformation. Being rather insecure, she spent decades in contemplation and intense personal inquiry. What could she have done to cause her beloved Rex's transformation? Had she fed him too many table scraps? Had she pined for a man in her life too vehemently? Had she angered the gods and was being punished? The answers never came, of course, so she lived out her life in dismay. Rex, however, adjusted quickly, being a resourceful German Shepard, and had a ball!
Addendum in honor of π Day: 3.1459 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 50288 .....
by GS
Metamorphosis Mystery.
It happened rather suddenly. One day he had a normal dog body, and the next it had degenerated into a human form, with all its physical limitations. Of course, having hands with opposable thumbs was a plus, but not being able to run quickly and sure-footedly was a serious drawback.
His owner, Madeleine, was dumbfounded by the transformation. Being rather insecure, she spent decades in contemplation and intense personal inquiry. What could she have done to cause her beloved Rex's transformation? Had she fed him too many table scraps? Had she pined for a man in her life too vehemently? Had she angered the gods and was being punished? The answers never came, of course, so she lived out her life in dismay. Rex, however, adjusted quickly, being a resourceful German Shepard, and had a ball!
Addendum in honor of π Day: 3.1459 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 50288 .....
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"It was hard to imagine they had ever been doing anything else."
by RMAF
Mr. & Mrs. Stone occupied the Boulders Mountain in Pebble Creek just west of Stonehenge. One day, they decided to do their usual and get stoned. Possibly they smoked way too much of the weeds they found in the mountains. They became stone statues, real pot heads, and just stared out over the rocky wasteland before them. After years and years of doing doobies, joints and buds it was hard to imagine they had ever been doing anything else.
by RMAF
Mr. & Mrs. Stone occupied the Boulders Mountain in Pebble Creek just west of Stonehenge. One day, they decided to do their usual and get stoned. Possibly they smoked way too much of the weeds they found in the mountains. They became stone statues, real pot heads, and just stared out over the rocky wasteland before them. After years and years of doing doobies, joints and buds it was hard to imagine they had ever been doing anything else.
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