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Microfiction by Mr. T.
May 1st, 2007 11:20 PM
“Rum!” Shouted Captain Brandy, “We need mar rum! Set the sails, find me a carse! WE SEARCH FUR RUM AND HARS! Y’ there, ring out the guns! You, swing’n ‘at rope, but finish y’r deck-swabbin’ duties first!” A resounding "Argh" emanated from this obedient, able-bodied crew that was completely men who were neither obedient, nor able-bodied but the most noncompliant and crippled men the world could offer.
I climbed the look out to “find a ‘carse" as the captain so elegantly stated. It was a little difficult. I still haven’t completely grasped the concept of rope climbing yet but I managed to get myself up there. I sat down to catch my breath. I still don’t know why I was put in charge of it. Last week, and as long before as I can remember, it had always been old Angleton’s job; but then the captain decided to put him in charge of walking planks; he mastered the art on his first try. The only problem is that Brandy still hasn’t appointed anyone to fill my old position of keeping watch for drifting messages; so now I keep an eye out and I’m now official course-man of the Shaggy Maiden.
I climbed the look out to “find a ‘carse" as the captain so elegantly stated. It was a little difficult. I still haven’t completely grasped the concept of rope climbing yet but I managed to get myself up there. I sat down to catch my breath. I still don’t know why I was put in charge of it. Last week, and as long before as I can remember, it had always been old Angleton’s job; but then the captain decided to put him in charge of walking planks; he mastered the art on his first try. The only problem is that Brandy still hasn’t appointed anyone to fill my old position of keeping watch for drifting messages; so now I keep an eye out and I’m now official course-man of the Shaggy Maiden.
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posted by Burn Unit on May 2nd, 2007 8:50 AM
252 words!
Hemmingway is spinning, Spinning like a gyroscope, in his grave. SO fast the shotgun holes in his head are whistling ave maria!
Blasphemy! This isn't microfiction, it's fiction! :O