Here is a brief story that puts a somewhat different spin on cycling. And on patriarchy, oppression, liberation, and all the rest of it. Not quite like Angharad’s EAFOAB or other cycling fiction, and written by a Hugo-winning scifi author, so I do hope you enjoy it.
It reads just like an autobiography. Is it fiction, or was it Real Life™? All I know is, it is my story—the one I would write for myself, if only I could. Since I never had even the ghost of a prayer of creating such a life for real, it has to remain my wish fulfillment story. More than any other story I have ever heard or seen, so far, that is what it is. My wish-fulfillment story. All I can do is read it…and weep…
Of all the satiric poems that point out the limitations of spell check software (and volunteer editors, for that matter), this one is the best I’ve seen. Sum tang two reed four yore con sit ration bee four righting Amy sing to pub lash.
I managed to remove the “PDF Complete” banners from the PDF file that contains this story, and am posting it here as an attachment. I hope nobody minds, as I did not have a way to send this file to the author.
EDIT: To those who find their way here from the blogs page, or from the recent blogs list on the front page: Warm Hearted’s first story was posted as a PDF attachment, which was made by an unregistered PDF maker that added “nag” banners to the PDF it made. I was able to remove the banners, and attached the resulting PDF file to a blog entry, which I posted to Warm Hearted’s author’s page.
Twenty minutes of pure bliss and contentment. Not a word is spoken, and yet they manage to say it all. If only I’d had parents like these? When my father gave me a licking, it never looked like this. If mom had this sort of patience and affection?
My eternal thanks to the clever folks who write video download software… :}
In chapter 1 of the Dark Realms story, My So Called (Un)Life, Loki has the protagonist sitting on a rooftop, performing Bother by Stone Sour. I followed the link, snagged the video, and uploaded a reprocessed version with an uncensored audio track.
An author once challenged me for posting a comment to one of her stories that I had not finished reading, from which I had bailed out early. I remarked that, were I to wait for completion before writing my own life’s story, it would have to be after I had crossed over to the other side…in which case, I would need to employ a “ghost” writer. Having just read The Old Alhambra and A Gift for Alex, I am sure I know who I would like that ghost writer to be.
Fashion heels are sculptures that people can wear. These take the art of sculpture and design to the limit. (The underlined links lead to some unique galleries…)
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