http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/ getOblique(); Wed, 08 Oct 2008 11:44:43 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-3866 found_drama » Blog Archive » 509 Wed, 14 Jun 2006 15:11:26 +0000 http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-3866 [...] In the tradition of “1st 503” and “another 507” here is the first 509 words of chapter 3: Gregor says openly that his skeptical analysis is for the sake of crewism. At this point it is as much about all of us making it out alive as it is about getting that damn cone as far away from the Capitol Wastes as possible. He repeats this as Viktor and I pile in to the T-33 and shove the refugee cloaks as deep under the seats as we can. Behind us, Lars is busy adding as many any small touches as he can to that long black lozenge in an effort to make it look like a normal container. [...] [...] In the tradition of “1st 503” and “another 507” here is the first 509 words of chapter 3: Gregor says openly that his skeptical analysis is for the sake of crewism. At this point it is as much about all of us making it out alive as it is about getting that damn cone as far away from the Capitol Wastes as possible. He repeats this as Viktor and I pile in to the T-33 and shove the refugee cloaks as deep under the seats as we can. Behind us, Lars is busy adding as many any small touches as he can to that long black lozenge in an effort to make it look like a normal container. [...]

]]> http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-1155 found_drama » Blog Archive » another 507 Sat, 08 Apr 2006 15:01:55 +0000 http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-1155 [...] A couple weeks ago, I posted the first 503 words of my story.  For anyone interested in another taste (from chapter two): When the call came in, I was flat on my back, floating in a warm, viscous solution. I was defined by relaxation and perfectly content to dwell on the visions of sugared fullerenes dancing in my head. No one was supposed to know I was here, soaking. As a matter of fact, I’d gone to great lengths to ensure that not one of my business associates had the first clue where I’d gone or what my current agenda was. I thought it only natural to let the call drop to my message service — this was time I was paying for, after all. Rejuve time. Time to float in fluids thick with lipids and rich with proteins and let the spa folks make me a new man. I dropped the second call right to my messages, too. For all intents and purposes I was the picture of pursuant perfection — weightless and wonderful at 21 Celsius. If I hadn’t been as serene as the moon, I might have thought better of answering the third call. Instead, I allowed myself a moment of weakness and glanced at the beacon to see the friendly UDI and the grinning headers of a trusted network. I thought to myself What the hell, whoever this is, they went to a shitload of trouble to find me… [...] [...] A couple weeks ago, I posted the first 503 words of my story.  For anyone interested in another taste (from chapter two): When the call came in, I was flat on my back, floating in a warm, viscous solution. I was defined by relaxation and perfectly content to dwell on the visions of sugared fullerenes dancing in my head. No one was supposed to know I was here, soaking. As a matter of fact, I’d gone to great lengths to ensure that not one of my business associates had the first clue where I’d gone or what my current agenda was. I thought it only natural to let the call drop to my message service — this was time I was paying for, after all. Rejuve time. Time to float in fluids thick with lipids and rich with proteins and let the spa folks make me a new man. I dropped the second call right to my messages, too. For all intents and purposes I was the picture of pursuant perfection — weightless and wonderful at 21 Celsius. If I hadn’t been as serene as the moon, I might have thought better of answering the third call. Instead, I allowed myself a moment of weakness and glanced at the beacon to see the friendly UDI and the grinning headers of a trusted network. I thought to myself What the hell, whoever this is, they went to a shitload of trouble to find me… [...]

]]> http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-993 mike Tue, 21 Mar 2006 23:56:55 +0000 http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-993 please. me want -m please. me want
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]]> http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-987 Pete Fri, 17 Mar 2006 21:35:05 +0000 http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-987 ditto ditto

]]> http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-984 sarah Fri, 17 Mar 2006 14:33:55 +0000 http://blog.founddrama.net/2006/03/1st-503/#comment-984 pdf. gimme. :) pdf. gimme.

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