[Three rather miserable works of 55fiction! Unfortunately they’re not very coherent or comprehensible because there are contexts/ implicit stuff that I use as premises for each of them and my manner of writing just makes things worse. Read the first version of the third piece first because it starts to sound as stupid as it is when you know which songs the phrases are from. And yes, I was feeling crazy enough to compose the entire thing out of quoted and completely unchanged lyrics. It was fun, this whole thing.]
1. Traumerei (55WORDS!)
The penguin sat fingering a melody. It was beautiful, how perfection commanded attention but soothed the senses. The music escalated and returned to the beginning motif. Curtains split and shredded to creepy streamers and cherubs’ faces melted to lumps – the repetition was mocking, definite. It was perfect, and would remain perfect. They couldn’t ever leave.
2. Epistamai (55WORDS!)
She herself was to blame. It wasn’t her concern, not then, but she had wanted too much, cared too much. And she had seen too much, though she saw blindly. The point wasn’t her death, it was her eyes. There, now I’ve removed her eyelids and she’ll always see. But, as always, she’ll never comprehend.
3. Why Can’t I (55WORDS!)
He’d fly through the air with the greatest of ease – any dream will do.
Hey little apple blossom, maybe Tuesday will be my good news day. Don’t let the stormy darkness hold you down; I can show you the world somewhere out there. It’s a wonderful world, wherever you are.
If happy little bluebirds fly.
3. Why Can’t I (over the rainbow)
He’d fly through the air with the greatest of ease (the daring young man on the flying trapeze)– any dream will do (any dream will do).
Hey little apple blossom (hey little apple blossom), maybe Tuesday will be my good news day (the man i love). Don’t let the stormy darkness hold you down (candle on the water); I can show you the world (a whole new world) somewhere out there (somewhere out there). It’s a wonderful world (wonderful world), wherever you are (my heart will go on).
If happy little bluebirds fly (over the rainbow).
[I’ve just added one. The first literal and remotely sensible, albeit deliriously sadistic and fantastic, one. ALL NEONATES SHOULD BE DIPPED IN LIQUID NITROGEN.]
4. Liquid Nitrogen (55WORDS!)
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. We’ve stopped pretending though – cradles are costly, wind is slow. They’re now hung by legs from moving belts and dipped in turn, making them dead and brittle, then dropped into the chute, smashed on landing and incinerated – so efficient!
1. Traumerei (55WORDS!)
The penguin sat fingering a melody. It was beautiful, how perfection commanded attention but soothed the senses. The music escalated and returned to the beginning motif. Curtains split and shredded to creepy streamers and cherubs’ faces melted to lumps – the repetition was mocking, definite. It was perfect, and would remain perfect. They couldn’t ever leave.
2. Epistamai (55WORDS!)
She herself was to blame. It wasn’t her concern, not then, but she had wanted too much, cared too much. And she had seen too much, though she saw blindly. The point wasn’t her death, it was her eyes. There, now I’ve removed her eyelids and she’ll always see. But, as always, she’ll never comprehend.
3. Why Can’t I (55WORDS!)
He’d fly through the air with the greatest of ease – any dream will do.
Hey little apple blossom, maybe Tuesday will be my good news day. Don’t let the stormy darkness hold you down; I can show you the world somewhere out there. It’s a wonderful world, wherever you are.
If happy little bluebirds fly.
3. Why Can’t I (over the rainbow)
He’d fly through the air with the greatest of ease (the daring young man on the flying trapeze)– any dream will do (any dream will do).
Hey little apple blossom (hey little apple blossom), maybe Tuesday will be my good news day (the man i love). Don’t let the stormy darkness hold you down (candle on the water); I can show you the world (a whole new world) somewhere out there (somewhere out there). It’s a wonderful world (wonderful world), wherever you are (my heart will go on).
If happy little bluebirds fly (over the rainbow).
[I’ve just added one. The first literal and remotely sensible, albeit deliriously sadistic and fantastic, one. ALL NEONATES SHOULD BE DIPPED IN LIQUID NITROGEN.]
4. Liquid Nitrogen (55WORDS!)
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. We’ve stopped pretending though – cradles are costly, wind is slow. They’re now hung by legs from moving belts and dipped in turn, making them dead and brittle, then dropped into the chute, smashed on landing and incinerated – so efficient!
4 comments:
you are still obsessed with tthe song?
OOH.
Morbid hatred of babies: WHY?
HELLO :D haha i liked the way you strung all the song lyrics together to make a coherent 55 fiction story (:
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