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Zen and the Art of Mining Personal Experience
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  • Listening to: Lana Del Ray
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Eratz perched on the last of the big branches reaching out from the forest towards the massive clearing the space-farers had scorched into his landscape . His body stretched almost flush with the limb, lost in the blue leaves and rough bark, one leg and one arm stretched out completely, fingers and toes curled tightly around while the remaining arm and leg were tucked up, coiled to launch him into flight. His bare skin bristled in the cool nighttime air, its colour mimicking exactly the bark he had veneered himself to.

He waited.

Beneath him, like clockwork, the patrol of soldiers lumbered by. Copper skin covered in tribal markings, hair cropped short, heavy weapons cradled in well muscled arms. These were the off-world intruders, masters of brute force and ignorance.

Eratz barely breathed as they slipped by scant few meters beneath him completely unaware.

When they stopped at the perimeter midpoint, as they always did, Eratz narrowed his eyes to slits and focused on a point twenty meters beyond, above the fence line, and in his mind plotted the trajectory and landing. When he heard the lighter snick, the soldier's night vision momentarily spoiled in the glare, Eratz launched, arms and legs coiling and uncoiling with the fury of purpose as he reached the end of the branch without so much as moving it and launched into the air. His groundward flesh took on the colour of the night sky, and his skyward flesh the colour of the ground as he spread his arms and legs, pulling tight the glider flesh and made the fence-line and that distance again beyond in a silent rush, before diving and coming to a complete stop, his body now blending completely with the ground as he flattened himself to it and cooled his body to its exact temperature.

He barely breathed, didn't move, opened his ears as wide as he could and once again waited.

Beyond the fence he could make out the steady inhalation and exhalation of the soldiers as they smoked their cigarettes, the measure of their laboured breathing. He could hear the hardware shift as their weapons were repositioned at the end of well worn carrying straps.

There were no sounds of detection.

Eratz cooled and conserved until the soldiers resumed their patrol, then he resumed his forward motion.

He kept plastered almost completely to the ground, arms and legs coiling and uncoiling, joints bending so as to keep his body flat, its only motion forward towards the landing platform. Where the ground cover changed into the glasphalt of the landing pad, Eratz' skin adjusted again, taking on the smooth flecked grey of the new material as he continued across its surface.

He moved slowly, steadily, closing the distance to the nearest starfighter with spider-like precision of movement and laser focus.

If he turned his head he'd be able to clearly make out the guard towers at either end of the compound, and the control tower looming overhead. He would be able to make out the eyes of those soldiers inside charged with protecting their equipment from just this sort of intrusion. He didn't turn his head as he knew he didn't need to. If they spotted him, if his skin betrayed his true colour, or his body temperature rose so much as half a degree he'd be gunned down in an instant, there was no value in foreknowledge of that eventuality should it occur.

Once beneath the safe cover of the nose gear, Eratz cycled through the schematics of this craft in his head, then slithered up the skid into the landing gear compartment, dialed open the maintenance hatch and crawled through the munitions access tube to the navigator's compartment, then between the seats into the cockpit proper.

He ran through the startup sequence once from memory, then in a mad flurry of fired switches and interface overrides the vertical thrusters bathed the tarmac in flame as the craft shot up into the night sky, nosed down as the take off thrusters rotated for forward motion and the ship was gone, Eratz madly coding through all the tracking interfaces and shutting them down as he pushed the throttle as far as it would go.

These intruders had taught him the value of invisibility, and once he'd grafted that to their firepower he would teach them to disappear.
Colour Me
From Wikipedia: Flash Fiction - 'Flash fiction differs from vignettes in that the works contain the classic story elements: protagonist, conflict, obstacles or complications, and resolution. However, unlike a traditional short story, the limited word length often forces some of these elements to be unwritten, that is, hinted at or implied in the written storyline.'

In the case of 365tomorrows - Flash Fiction is a story of ideally 500 words, and new in the 3rd year a 600 word maximum.

Exercising the muscles.
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Zenn realized fairly quickly he'd misunderstood the conversation. Terrance Hopter had said "I'd like to hire you. Party at the beach house, Friday night, seven thirty." Zenn agreed, and upon asking about the dress code Mr Hopter had said simply "black tie", and terminated the call.

As soon as he climbed out of the cab he realized his mistake.

The guests were dressed in something between casual and not at all, it was the staff who were sporting black tuxedos.

This wasn't the kind of work Zenn had done in a long, long time.

As he stood contemplating his options a pair of immaculately underdressed women exited a snub nosed sports coupe, the driver leaning in close and whispering in his ear as she slipped the valet fob and her hand down the front of his pants. "Make it shiny", she squeezed, the smell of the chemostim on her breath made his lip curl.

He vacillated between fury and resignation as he piloted the coupe back to the parking lot. He owed Hopter, a lot. He assumed he would be able to work if off with honest jobs; wet work, demolitions, large scale data extraction or deletion. If this was Hopter's idea of punishment, Zenn wasn't playing.

In the lot he found the rest of the team he'd been most recently busted with. Zippo was picking through a pile of personal items he'd undoubtedly liberated from the parked cars, Turk was lying on the ground in front of the gatehouse, feet propped up on the wall, and Gaze was half way through the pass key rack taking inventory.

Zenn slammed the coupe door hard. "You believe this shit?" Zippo was the only one to look up. Turk just grunted.

Gaze spoke without turning around. "We've got the richest mothers in SoCal here tonight. Do you know how much money is unattended in these pricks homes while they're here at this bohemian love fest?"

Zenn smiled.

"How many of them have orbital evac gear?"

The question stopped Gaze and turned her around.

"You planning on leaving?" She cocked her head to one side, a half smile forming on her lips.

"I think we all know where we stand with Hopp Crotch right now. None of these assholes are going to go anywhere for days. We pick a ride that comes with keys, that gets us in a house. Pick the right house and we have cash and evac lift to the orbital station, and anyone with an evac booster has a cruiser in a slip upstairs. We can be on a sub space ride before anyone even looks for their pants, much less anything else."

Zippo stopped picking.

"Gaze, you plotted a money train off any of those keys?"

"You know I have." The half smile widened to a grin.

"Turk? Zippo? Any reason to stick around here?"

Zippo stuffed some odds and ends in his pocket as he stood up and straightened his cuffs. "I don't believe in reason."

Turk just grunted.

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Somewhere between the orbital relay and the shipyards on Mars the ownership of the cruiser they'd liberated changed several times, and before they left for good the ship was theirs clean and clear.

"Well then," Zenn curled his fingers around the arms on the Captain's chair, "here's to new beginnings."

Gaze and Zippo harmonized a hearty "Oorah".

Turk just grunted.
Fideles Regenerati
From Wikipedia: Flash Fiction - 'Flash fiction differs from vignettes in that the works contain the classic story elements: protagonist, conflict, obstacles or complications, and resolution. However, unlike a traditional short story, the limited word length often forces some of these elements to be unwritten, that is, hinted at or implied in the written storyline.'

In the case of 365tomorrows - Flash Fiction is a story of ideally 500 words, and new in the 3rd year a 600 word maximum.

Happy New Year!
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You're a ghost...

Sat Dec 27, 2014, 11:25 AM

You're a ghost driving a meat coated skeleton made from stardust, what do you have to be scared of?



“Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.”

"It was in love I was created, and in love is how I hope I die"
Paolo Nutini
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megsmad Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2015
thank you :)
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blackdarknessvi Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2014  Hobbyist
thanks for the llama :hug:
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Kate-ColourTheory Featured By Owner Edited Dec 24, 2014   Writer
Thank you, thank you so much for the wonderful gift! :happybounce: :FeelingFree: :bouncyhai: Trampoline fun Toilet Paper lardgrinn woo Tard Bounce :chairdance: :officechair: Merry Christmas to you too! Christmas La Rainbow La -plz account- I hope you and yours have a safe and wonderful day, and a Happy New Year. :D :D :D

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chesterchatfield Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my goodness, thank you, Steve! Merry Christmas to you, and a Happy New Year, as well!
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HtBlack Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2014
Aw. :heart: you're the sweetest. Thank you, and have a lovely Christmas.
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Darvia123 Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh my goodness happy late birthday and thank you so so so much for the points, it means so very much to me!!!
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LiliWrites Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
A very happy birthday to you, Stephen! :D 
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Happy birthday!
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Kate-ColourTheory Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2014   Writer
I wanted to wish you a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Stephen! :party: :iconfeelingfreeplz: I hope your day is filled with friends, family, joy and love, because you deserve it. :meow: :happybounce:
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Thanks for the llama and Happy Birthday :D
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:rose: Thanks.
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RhiannonOeuvre Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2014   Writer
Wow, thank you so much for the Points Hug Hug Hug Hug Love 

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Donotbelong Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2014  Student Writer
Oh, hi and thank you for your kind comment! :)

You're right. A huge part of 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' was filmed there, but that was when it was still a 'decent' and safe place. Let's not go there, shall we?

Hope to see you around! o/
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chesterchatfield Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I have to thank you for suggesting me to HtBlack :D Very much appreciated.
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Kate-ColourTheory Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2014   Writer
I just wanted to say a BIG THANK YOU for taking the time to give such an in-depth, and insightful critique on TFA Legacy Chapter 1 Part 1! :happybounce: :iconbummiesplz: It's greatly appreciated, and you've made my morning. :D

I might not get a chance to reply today, but I will reply [and make those changes] as soon as I can. Again, thank you so much! :iconyayay-plz:
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Chuchy5 Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014  Professional Photographer
Thank you very very much for your present and enjoy my work.This means a lot for me.You've made my day. :)
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sylveda Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2014  Student Writer
Thanks so much for the :+fav: on 'love letters to introverts'!
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:glomp: Thank you for the birthday present! :D
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critmass Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
i am currently reading book 2 of margaret atwood's Maddadam series. have you read them? your thoughts? I hear it will be a tv series in the future....
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