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The first party was on bonfire night. That was Sam's actual birthday, and he'd insisted on having his party then, so he could celebrate with the big bonfire and the fireworks in the park and pretend that they were all for him. His family packed up a wonderful picnic, invited all his friends, and brought along a big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the bonfire.
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After Sam complained--with much screaming and tantrums--that his first birthday party had been utterly and irreparably ruined, the second party was scheduled at the pool for the very next week. His family booked the pool and the party room, ordered a bunch of party food, invited most of his friends along again, and bought another big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the pool.
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Of course, that utterly and irreparably ruined Sam's second party as well, so a third was scheduled a week later again, this time in their back garden as they'd just spent so much on the pool party before. His family had ordered a bunch of party food, invited all of his friends again, and bought yet another big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel knocked it into the dirt.
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Hoping that the fourth time would be the charm, the next party was two weeks later. It was expensive again, but parachuting was a thing both boys had wanted to do for so long it was hoped they'd behave for it. His family invited a couple of his friends, and bought one more cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it.
His younger brother Daniel threw it out of the plane without a parachute, and Sam went diving after.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the bonfire.
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After Sam complained--with much screaming and tantrums--that his first birthday party had been utterly and irreparably ruined, the second party was scheduled at the pool for the very next week. His family booked the pool and the party room, ordered a bunch of party food, invited most of his friends along again, and bought another big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the pool.
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Of course, that utterly and irreparably ruined Sam's second party as well, so a third was scheduled a week later again, this time in their back garden as they'd just spent so much on the pool party before. His family had ordered a bunch of party food, invited all of his friends again, and bought yet another big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel knocked it into the dirt.
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Hoping that the fourth time would be the charm, the next party was two weeks later. It was expensive again, but parachuting was a thing both boys had wanted to do for so long it was hoped they'd behave for it. His family invited a couple of his friends, and bought one more cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it.
His younger brother Daniel threw it out of the plane without a parachute, and Sam went diving after.
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Nanny thinks the carpet is too soft
to be my torturecage
and the sofa and endtables are poor
jailbars, but we
are feline and we're too tough to care
bigsister and littlesister are lioncubs today
baby lionesses, authentically,
we even lap milk from
ceramic bowls, bellies swollen from
the orders we give: 'emily, you're the
zookeeper.
Get us more milk.'
She hates serving us, she's only four
but she's getting strong and someday
she'll earn predator status.
(give thanks that we do not consume you, emily,
your fingers peek through the cagebars and
they are white and young and blood
is sweeter than breastmilk)
Roar. We are learni
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On the Subject of Finding X
I'll have you know that I've just spent a considerable amount of time searching for x. I've looked in all of the places that x might plausibly reside, and even in some places where I assumed x would never be caught dead, but I've come up empty-handed.
I checked to see if x was under the bed, perhaps hidden among old school notes and forgotten art projects and lonely orphan socks. I scoured the closet, checking in every pocket of every innumerable pair of jeans, which, trust me, is no mean feat. I screened for x in every drawer of every dresser in every room, but it was all to no avail.
I proceeded to flip through all of the books that have
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Birdcage
Nothing ever happens the way you read in the history books. In war there are never two armies, there is only a field of men. Never a number of dead; but individual lives snuffed out. That is what the subject of history is, years shelved and decimalized. Birth and death, graphed to the simplicity of lines. Great wars a footnote to the next great war. The achievements of men and women plotted out against the bookmark of day, month and year.
And somewhere amongst this, my mother breathed. Somewhere danced in now long-closed nightclubs, laughed at jokes told by a younger version of my Father. And then the unpin-able moment she fell in love with
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-----FFM #4-----
Wordcount: 316 (79x4)
CHALLENGE: Four different settings, one to represent each element. All four settings the same wordcount.
Prompt: "Someone knocks over a big fancy cake at a big fancy party" -SpearHawk
OH MY FUCKING WORD THAT WAS SO HARD. I thought I'd cottoned on to something by using repetition to keep the word counts the same but then FUCK ME WAS IT HARD GETTING A PUNCHLINE TO WORK IN THE FOURTH ONE BECAUSE OF THAT. Ugh. Had to drop a lot of the repetition there, which I feel ruined the punch quite a bit. >.<
-Stevie
Wordcount: 316 (79x4)
CHALLENGE: Four different settings, one to represent each element. All four settings the same wordcount.
Prompt: "Someone knocks over a big fancy cake at a big fancy party" -SpearHawk
OH MY FUCKING WORD THAT WAS SO HARD. I thought I'd cottoned on to something by using repetition to keep the word counts the same but then FUCK ME WAS IT HARD GETTING A PUNCHLINE TO WORK IN THE FOURTH ONE BECAUSE OF THAT. Ugh. Had to drop a lot of the repetition there, which I feel ruined the punch quite a bit. >.<
-Stevie
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Ahaha, I was wondering how that would end, and that was perfect (if a little morbid). 