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Cannibal Cactus? By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 10/21/2001; 5:24 PM Here is Mark's teaser: how will you classify this? It is not fiction :) muahahaha In the floor of a doorway, in a dimly lit room, there is a brown haired girl lying on her stomach. She is writing, currently about her surroundings. Near her, a shiny black baby grand glimmers and flashes in the light, broken only by the wings of a ceiling fan. Couches sit on the floor, resting their plump cushions in preparation for the storm of sitting that is to come when the tvs lifelong desires to be watched are once again granted. A short table stands near the couches, boasting of the many meals eaten upon its surface. Nearby, windows gaze outside into the dark yard, rattling about who lets the most light through. A laundry basket overflows clothes which noiselessly chatter to one another about their owner. Around the girl, platoons of books and pens are scattered among eraser dust, waiting to see if they will be called upon. As the favorite pen called upon scratches marks onto a thin white sheet, the girl starts to describe herself. The girl is in the white loose pants of a karate uniform and a plain white shirt. A distinct yellow drop of food on the sleeve nags her about the scolding she will receive from her mother for not washing it out. She justifies herself to the food, saying that she is too busy Oops! She accidentally tore out a page. Running to her room, she grabs her scotch tape dispenser. Fixing the page, she stares glumly at the history book and the fateful numbers nearby, forcing her to eventually read and take notes on her least favorite subject. Ugh! she exclaims, wadding tape up in her fingers. How much longer can she procrastinate without getting in trouble? Almost joyfully, she notices that she is at the end of her role of purple tinted tape, thoroughly considering whether to use green or pink next Her thoughts drift Doodling a cactus on the paper, and then another, she makes stories in her mind about the infamous cannibal cactus of the desert. Her thoughts shift to a common thought: food. The taste of a prickly pear cactus fruit invades her senses, making her mouth water. Remembering her homework once again, she wonders why she just wrote al this nonsense. She shouldnt waste anymore time, shes got work to do. Thinking of perhaps turning it in, she stops at the end of this sentence.
Re: Cannibal Cactus? By: Seth Dillingham on 11/27/2000; 8:27 PM That was excellent. A meta-story! I love the "characters" you built out of the objects around you. Seth
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