Wow, didn't drabble for a full day!
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darcydodoOld McSweeney drabbles here. These ones are a bit more angsty than the previous lot.
Selected Chapter Titles from Superb Virility of Manhood: Giving the Causes and Simple Home Methods of Curing the Weaknesses of Men, by Bernarr Macfadden, Physical Culture Publishing Company, New York, 1904
The soul was mortifying his flesh, a canker in his mind. Coming to America had been a poor escape, cowardly fleeing of responsibility, memory and shame. He had even roamed the sewers, praying to a God he didn’t believe in that the tales of alligators might be true. His skin grew sticky in winter’s cold, dead flesh unwarmed by the thin, tasteless bursts of rats’ blood with which he sustained himself. Passing by a shop window, he read the title of a dark-jacketed book softly lit by gas lamps and laughed bitterly to himself. His impotence should never be cured.
Tips from a Guide to the Computer Game "Phantasmagoria: A Puzzle of The Flesh."
"Look in the mirror again," Andrew told Warren excitedly. He got an exasperated sigh for his pains.
"You know, some of us like to play computer games without having read all the cheats."
Andrew looked disappointed. "But you'll see cool things. Like, scary monsters and stuff."
"Not listening," was the answer.
"But you can't finish the chapter if you don't look in the mirror again!" Now Andrew sounded worried instead of petulant.
Warren sprang up from his chair, came threateningly towards Andrew. "And whose fault will that be, then?"
Andrew closed his eyes, too softly whispered a hope-gilded word. "Mine."
Tom Cruise's Smile, Circa December 2001
Buffy opened the refrigerator door, extracting a carton of milk and a jar of peanut butter. "Dawn, I'm patrolling tonight. You know that." The items in her hands were set on the counter and joined by strawberry jam.
"But, Tom Cruise! Tom Cruise smile!" Dawn waved splayed hands dramatically at her sister, schooling her face into the best pleading expression she could manage.
"Then see if Willow feels up to going."
"Going where?" Willow leaned against the doorframe, her complexion vaguely reminiscent of pale chartreuse.
Buffy sighed. "Vanilla Sky. You look awful, Wills."
Dawn turned away defiantly. "Not with her."
Selected Chapter Titles from Superb Virility of Manhood: Giving the Causes and Simple Home Methods of Curing the Weaknesses of Men, by Bernarr Macfadden, Physical Culture Publishing Company, New York, 1904
The soul was mortifying his flesh, a canker in his mind. Coming to America had been a poor escape, cowardly fleeing of responsibility, memory and shame. He had even roamed the sewers, praying to a God he didn’t believe in that the tales of alligators might be true. His skin grew sticky in winter’s cold, dead flesh unwarmed by the thin, tasteless bursts of rats’ blood with which he sustained himself. Passing by a shop window, he read the title of a dark-jacketed book softly lit by gas lamps and laughed bitterly to himself. His impotence should never be cured.
Tips from a Guide to the Computer Game "Phantasmagoria: A Puzzle of The Flesh."
"Look in the mirror again," Andrew told Warren excitedly. He got an exasperated sigh for his pains.
"You know, some of us like to play computer games without having read all the cheats."
Andrew looked disappointed. "But you'll see cool things. Like, scary monsters and stuff."
"Not listening," was the answer.
"But you can't finish the chapter if you don't look in the mirror again!" Now Andrew sounded worried instead of petulant.
Warren sprang up from his chair, came threateningly towards Andrew. "And whose fault will that be, then?"
Andrew closed his eyes, too softly whispered a hope-gilded word. "Mine."
Tom Cruise's Smile, Circa December 2001
Buffy opened the refrigerator door, extracting a carton of milk and a jar of peanut butter. "Dawn, I'm patrolling tonight. You know that." The items in her hands were set on the counter and joined by strawberry jam.
"But, Tom Cruise! Tom Cruise smile!" Dawn waved splayed hands dramatically at her sister, schooling her face into the best pleading expression she could manage.
"Then see if Willow feels up to going."
"Going where?" Willow leaned against the doorframe, her complexion vaguely reminiscent of pale chartreuse.
Buffy sighed. "Vanilla Sky. You look awful, Wills."
Dawn turned away defiantly. "Not with her."
