Here's an interesting site, purely for posting short stories.<br /><br />
http://www.constrained.org/<br /><br />Various challenges are set, and the stories have to be written to those constraints.<br /><br />Here's a very tough one:<br /><br /><font color="yellow">Sentence length<br />Write a story. Follow a pattern for length. Create sentences which have the following word lengths. 3, 5, 8, 5 etc. Meaning, you repeat this pattern. Continue writing for as long as you wish. <br /><br />(Or, if you prefer -- write a story where the length of the sentences follow the pattern 3, 5, 8, 5. Thus, the first sentence will be 3 words long, the next 5 etc.)</font><br /><br />And my effort, produced this evening, which I'll try to get up on the site tommorow. I hope it makes sense. It was bloody difficult!<br /><br /><br /><br /><b>The Kates.</b><br /><br /><br /><br />You will die. You know it deep within. But nothing can prepare you for the moment. Then it comes so unexpectedly. Sure it does.<br /><br />But your agreement with creation? That is, ‘I will continue indefinitely, without end.’ When older, you revise this. ‘When I’m ready.’<br /><br />‘I have things to finish.’ Things you couldn’t have imagined when you began.<br /><br />All at once I’m there. The gun wavers. It dips indecisively, then lifts. The woman is pointing the stark black muzzle. Pointing it straight at me.<br /><br />Not like this. I don’t say it aloud. I’m too involved with all the hanging threads. The pieces of my life. Those things undone. I’m just not ready yet. It’s almost writing itself just then, my future. Condensing on my mind’s window. Droplets of story. Obscuring Kate and the gun. She’s irrelevant to me for one glorious moment. Not part of the narrative.<br /><br />The pistol cocks. It’s a harsh, unbearable sound. I had vividly imagined I could make it. Continue beyond this few seconds. Hope fades then. I look at her sadly.<br /><br />“No last requests,” she s <div class="Discussion_UserSignature"> <p><font size="2" color="#339966"> I wish I could remember<br /> But my selective memory<br /> Won't let me</font><font size="2" color="#99cc00"> </font><font size="3" color="#339966"><font size="2">- </font></font><font size="1" color="#339966">Mark Oliver Everett</font></p><p> </p> </div>
A video made by me about space and the loneliness in the universe
Scientists may finally know where the biggest, oldest black holes in the universe came from.
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