shook up on these trees they have come

9:25 pm Friends, Microfiction

Why are people allowed to have GMail accounts, but not Google chat? You should have them both if you have either. Looking at you, Matthew Olzmann.


He was drunk again and rifling through the dictionary looking at the d words. Drunk was still the one that suited him best, but there were others :difficult, distempered, dumbfounded. This was how he found out about decohesion. He fumbled at the desk for a pencil and paper to draw an electromagnetic device for restoring things to their normal states. He knew nothing of physics, nothing of electromagnetism. But the idea of restoration appealed to him strongly. He felt somehow burdened, as though he had been given a coefficient, as though some malignant electron had bonded with him, and it would take an alteration in state to remove it. But the machine that he had envisioned, could never work for this purpose. He returned to the dictionary as his hot head ceased to boil. There he found new words: defervescence, deficiency, defeat.


That’s all for the month of microfiction. It’s been an interesting experiment, that’s for certain. I suppose I’ll keep this exercise in my back pocket, and I may return to it in, say a million years (or, if my previous declarations are any indication, I’ll do it again in a few months). But I have gotten a few decent ideas out of the, some of which will become poems, some of which will become, or stay, stories. There were moments that I wasn’t real happy about it, but overall I’m glad I did it.

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