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Portfolio Entries from LWFlouisa

  1. Guillotine Song

    'Oh, it's a guillotine, Can you sing, this song, A tune falling, in between, Sing it, all night long. I, am the Shepherdess, singing A song of many, a year ago, Here the church bell, ringing, Oh, here I am. Lo! It's a guillotine, A song sung, to the night! I am reverent, singing, Songs of the night. With the song, of the night.
  2. Digital Lust

    Digital lust.
  3. Mechanic Slave: Part Two

    The sky was a late evening blue, waves crashed along the shoreline. A viking long house was along the shore. It was the year 1056 There was a single room cabin. Benches were used as both beds and seats. Along the walls you could see the dried meat hanging from the walls. Arnbjorn woke up to get his fishing gear. He saw Halldora, who appeared behind him. "What are you doing up this early Hally?" "Dad, I'm tired of having to weave and crochet all the time." Halldora played with his long...
  4. Mechanic Slave: Part First

    An old Time Travel story. My current style is dissimilar.
  5. Quinzie Fry va Quv Gerfuf Chapter One Part First

    Beyond the hillsides, beyond the hillsides raining hard. The hillsides cry in big buckets, wondering if it ends. At the end, a new life begins. Christmas brings the truest, brings the truest tears within. At the end, a new life begins. And only hidden sorrows reign supreme. For on Christmas, it brings no true toys. It only brings the reminder of things from ones past. It brings discord, vague reminders of a new life, that can't begin. And Raphael is reminded of many a Christmas he could...
  6. The Incarnations Of Hemato Tomato And Anna-Marie Part Two

    Hemato Tomato's Irish father took on a job working for the French Guillotine Gun family expecting her to continue to have the desires she has always had. But when a young girl her age dies by the national razor, she begins to regret all the desires she has ever had. Longing to die by her side, she is reincarnated into the future. Here the French have completely taken over the US in a Cyberpunk future. In the New Life he goth girl remembers a near manslaughter accident with her father, and...
  7. Chapter One: This Is Our Story [Hemato-Tomato Excerpt]

    Hemato Tomato's Irish father took on a job working for the French Guillotine Gun family expecting her to continue to have the desires she has always had. But when a young girl her age dies by the national razor, she begins to regret all the desires she has ever had. Longing to die by her side, she is reincarnated into the future. Here the French have completely taken over the US in a Cyberpunk future. In the New Life he goth girl remembers a near manslaughter accident with her father, and...
  8. Mistress' Tavern

    Beneath the clouds, Beneath the clouds in the darkness. Farewell to the lullabies, splender in flight. The mistress in her tavern, Told of lore of men from caverns. Indeed, their skin is so fare and white. Goodnight dreams, goodnight life To tavern life. The crows from above, The crows from above caw loudly. And the children of the street cry roudily. They hunger bits of bread, While a young woman loses her head. There never has been another pretty lass instead, Instead,...
  9. XOR Dreams: A Lovecraftian Cyberpunk Final Part

    It was the following morning me and my friend woke up in the hospital. He spent the entire morning watching television mindlessly, while trying to think of what happened in those tunnels in the darkness. I was left craving going back down to find out what the meaning of the symbols were, and the meaning of that statue. Since I wasn't injured, I left my friend to the care of Ravina as I made my way toward the tunnels, leaving my futon at the hospital. She said she would roll it up, and I...
  10. XOR Dreams: A Lovecraftian Cyberpunk Part The Third

    When Orwell wrote 1984, he wasn't expecting there to be simulation coastal vistas, using meatspace avatars while glancing the view while on the wire. And unlike like groups specialized towards sex education, in practice actual sex education was surprisingly presient for the writer. And yet the thing that hit the eighties and nineties was virtual reality, and then the world wide web. But now we're already have the idea of quantum networks being discussed, extending concepts of mass...
  11. XOR Dreams: A Lovecraftian Cyberpunk Part The Second

    It had been many months since World War III, and in many ways it both exceeded and and underwhelmed my imagination. Then the robot rebels came and went, then the super computer overlords. On the run from dream-scanners, and found myself hoping for some kind of release from my misery. It started out as technology designed to scan your brainwaves testing for issues related to sleep apnea, but gradually evolved to watch over developments of deviant personality traits. And now I sleep in wait...
  12. XOR Dreams: A Lovecraftian Cyberpunk Part The First

    Bits and bytes, it was the stuff taught as basics in high school computer class. Boring, but necessary. At least at first. The flickered out at light speed, and I get on my computer. I checked logged in, checked email, and jacked out. I had tried various writing websites since the start of my class, and yet there was nothing like writing in my notebook at home. To think that, so young, I refused to roam with other cattle. Other girls, while more beautiful than I, were as close as you could...
  13. Old Post Card

    An old post card on the shelf, That was an old storybook, Where fawns were sure to play, And by the moonlight, sail ships shook, Small coastal town, for food there Was no delay. Worlds of magic, wonder, and dust, It gathered for many years it must, And as there was not anyone to read, There was not anyone to smell, fresh baked Bread. No stories to love, not anyone to enjoy, The old post card on the shelf, Instead the spirits coast, In the card of the stories...
  14. Flying School House Part Three (Of Three)

    When Aida went back to her mother’s house, she found out that her mother had received word about her accomplishments. Whether she had already known or not, she didn’t seem to act like she cared all that much about anything she did. It was almost like she only wanted her to do chores, and nothing else. And so Aida went back to bed again, and settled for her next night’s sleep. It was when she was in bed, that she had a different dream from the night’s before. Almost as if it were not...
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