The Echo Chamber XV

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echochamber, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

57: My mind is blank, void of inspiration or creative insight. I wonder how long my imprisonment within the writer’s block will continue–I hold little optimism for a jailbreak any time soon, as I toss a tennis ball against the wall. Thump, thump, thump.

The Echo Chamber XIV

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echochamber, winter, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

907-4: Freeze, thaw, freeze, thaw–devilish boreal fairies, lacking banana peels to scatter, knead the damp patches on stairs and sidewalks into treacherous teflon deathtraps. With fearful caution, I pick my way through the icy minefield, but not carefully enough. Swish! Bang! Ouch!

The Echo Chamber XIII

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echochamber, storms, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

26904: Unaware of ominous weather forecasts, I set out on my nightly run and am overtaken by a summer storm loping across the hilltops on spindly, jagged legs. I break into a sprint, fearing the scratch of sharp, electric toenails. Hurray! I’m home!

The Echo Chamber XI

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echochamber, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The rules are here.

5875-D: Spring flirts with Winter like an indecisive lover, ardent and cool at turns. I wish she would cast off the icy scoundrel and wrap me, her rival suitor, in a warm embrace. Botheration.

The Echo Chamber X

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echochamber, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The rules are here.

127: Emerging from winter somnolence, the grizzly stretches in sunshine barely warm enough to stir its body into motion.  It blinks, perplexed, at the three shaggy creatures it finds outside its cave.  There were cubs last autumn…where did these bears come from?  Urrrgh.

The Echo Chamber IX

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echochamber, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The rules are here.

6974:  Eyes numb and dilated, I stare in confusion at meaningless clumps of text as wheels of silver and glass turn and click, turn and click.  My resolve wavers when a brilliantly-lit probe seeks my unprotected cornea…and makes contact.  Aaagh!

The Echo Chamber VIII

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echochamber, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The rules are here.

407-6x:  Dragooned into a zombie militia, I labor mindlessly in a frigid dungeon alongside a hundred other doughy-faced minions beneath flickering corpse-light, despondent, and drained of all conscious thoughts, save one:  Coffee–I must have coffee.  Arrgh.

The Echo Chamber VII

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echochamber, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness.  The “rules” are here.

94: Traveling upon the wind across seas and continents to misty eastern lands, my body struggles to keep pace with my spirit, leaving me wakeful at night, somnevolent by day. Groan.

The Echo Chamber VI

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echochamber, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

390397: Winter brushes the land of sunshine with an impertinent kiss, leaving behind a hint of frosty lip gloss.  The ancient drive to hibernate beckons with a seductive warmth as my blue-cuticled fingers stiffen over the keyboard.  Zzzz.

The Echo Chamber V

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echochamber, Writing

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

834-2: The heat pump squats like a metal arachnid at the shadowy heart of a spiderweb of ductwork, deep within the dank mausoleum that is my basement.  I suppress a shiver of terror as I realize the evil device is hoarding the cool air I crave.  Brrr.