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Message no. 1
From: Dvixen dvixen@****.com
Subject: [Challenge] An oldie but a goodie.
Date: Thu, 14 Oct 1999 17:25:50 -0700
I'm going to be away for little while, so I thought I would leave everyone
with an older challenge that some of the newer listmembers might not have seen.

The Archives can be found at: http://jackpoint.org/pipermail/srfanfic/ Some
of the stories are in there...

So... The first challenge as promised....

Ever wonder what your cell phone thinks of you? Or what your wired reflexes
do while you are asleep? What about your foci, what do they think of your
summoning style?

Minimum length: 100 words. (You can all thank Paolo for this one, he's the
master of 10 words answers to this challenge...)

I still would like to see whatever was written for the last challenge, so
don't think cause a new one is posted that you are off the hook. ;)

Get writing, everyone!!!!!

See y'all in 12 days.
--
Dvixen - dvixen@****.com =-=-= Gallery - http://members.home.com/dvixen
Herkimer's Lair - http://shadowrun.html.com/hlair
"What's your sign?" - "Trespassers will be shot."
Comments/Questions accepted, flames dropped into the abyss.
Message no. 2
From: Ratinac, Rand (NSW) RRatinac@*****.redcross.org.au
Subject: [Challenge] An oldie but a goodie.
Date: Fri, 15 Oct 1999 10:49:36 +1000
Ever wonder what your cell phone thinks of you? Or what your wired reflexes
do while you are asleep? What about your foci, what do they think of your
summoning style?

You asked. You have noone to blame but yourself. :)

This one took me five minutes.

=========Wired!


It twitched.

Something was wrong. It could feel it.

Years of paranoia, listening for the slightest sound, searching for the
slightest hint of danger, had taught it caution.

Nothing would get by. Nothing would threaten it. Nothing would harm it. It
was the master of all...and it hunted.

Something held it back, though. It struggled, for it knew that only by
acting could it save itself. And all it wanted was to live!

With a tremendous effort, it crept forward. It knew there was a weapon
nearby, a ferocious, demonic beast of fire and metal, waiting for its call.
Waiting to be held. Waiting to be used.

Lovingly, it took up the weapon. Now it knew no fear. Now was the time for
others to fear IT.

There. Up above. Something was moving up there. Something that intended it
harm. It knew. There could be no other explanation.

It leapt upwards, bringing the weapon to bear. Flame lipped from the maw of
the beast and it loosed its soul-shaking cry in a voice of thunder...

Blood cursed as the ceiling fell in on him. Old Mrs. MacGillicutty from
upstairs wailed as she landed on the bed beside him and bounced onto the
floor. He shot a glare at the SuperMach that had somehow found its way into
his hand, before realising that he'd forgotten to turn his nerve wires off
before going to sleep. "Damn it. Not again."
=========Doc'
Message no. 3
From: Mike and Jill Johnson shadowrn@******.net
Subject: [Challenge] An oldie but a goodie.
Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 16:50:00 -0600
>Ever wonder what your cell phone thinks of you? Or what your wired reflexes
>do while you are asleep? What about your foci, what do they think of your
>summoning style?


Here goes:

Patience. Dreaming of the embracing touch, which warms to the core.
Patience. Thrilling for the explosion of colors, which dance with
excitement.
Patience. Waiting for the hum of power that never comes.
Flecks of colors some bright, others dull glide by but never stop. Time
drags by while sitting on the shelf. The brief times of fire and passion
have ceased.
Yearning. To have slim fingers run across my surface.
Yearning. To be bright and shining with reds, blues and yellows.
Yearning. To have the flow of energy coursing through my body.
Black, ugly and dead, stop near were I sit. Lifted in the air, by
something so dead, unable to pulse with intensity. Encased, in darkness
unable to feel or see.
Anguish. Never to be warmed by the touch of love.
Anguish. Locked out of the beauty of world.
Anguish. Decaying by the lack of power.
Laughter, crisp and clear, reach through the void. White light pierces
the emptiness, bringing with it familiar stirrings. Soft caresses awaken a
fire, which has been out for an eternity.
"It's so beautiful." A woman's voice purred, as she held up a rose
colored crystal. "Where did you find it?"
"At some junk store. It reminded me of you."
"Oh thanks." The laughter rang out again. With great care, she slipped
the silver chain over her head. The crystal slid under her shirt, against
her skin.
Pleasure. A pink sheen shined from within.
Pleasure. White, blue, and orange infused with red swirl about with glee.
Pleasure. Vibrating with energy, flowing from being worn.
Message no. 4
From: Dvixen dvixen@****.com
Subject: [Challenge] An oldie but a goodie.
Date: Thu, 14 Oct 1999 17:25:50 -0700
I'm going to be away for little while, so I thought I would leave everyone
with an older challenge that some of the newer listmembers might not have seen.

The Archives can be found at: http://jackpoint.org/pipermail/srfanfic/ Some
of the stories are in there...

So... The first challenge as promised....

Ever wonder what your cell phone thinks of you? Or what your wired reflexes
do while you are asleep? What about your foci, what do they think of your
summoning style?

Minimum length: 100 words. (You can all thank Paolo for this one, he's the
master of 10 words answers to this challenge...)

I still would like to see whatever was written for the last challenge, so
don't think cause a new one is posted that you are off the hook. ;)

Get writing, everyone!!!!!

See y'all in 12 days.
--
Dvixen - dvixen@****.com =-=-= Gallery - http://members.home.com/dvixen
Herkimer's Lair - http://shadowrun.html.com/hlair
"What's your sign?" - "Trespassers will be shot."
Comments/Questions accepted, flames dropped into the abyss.
Message no. 5
From: Ratinac, Rand (NSW) RRatinac@*****.redcross.org.au
Subject: [Challenge] An oldie but a goodie.
Date: Fri, 15 Oct 1999 10:49:36 +1000
Ever wonder what your cell phone thinks of you? Or what your wired reflexes
do while you are asleep? What about your foci, what do they think of your
summoning style?

You asked. You have noone to blame but yourself. :)

This one took me five minutes.

=========Wired!


It twitched.

Something was wrong. It could feel it.

Years of paranoia, listening for the slightest sound, searching for the
slightest hint of danger, had taught it caution.

Nothing would get by. Nothing would threaten it. Nothing would harm it. It
was the master of all...and it hunted.

Something held it back, though. It struggled, for it knew that only by
acting could it save itself. And all it wanted was to live!

With a tremendous effort, it crept forward. It knew there was a weapon
nearby, a ferocious, demonic beast of fire and metal, waiting for its call.
Waiting to be held. Waiting to be used.

Lovingly, it took up the weapon. Now it knew no fear. Now was the time for
others to fear IT.

There. Up above. Something was moving up there. Something that intended it
harm. It knew. There could be no other explanation.

It leapt upwards, bringing the weapon to bear. Flame lipped from the maw of
the beast and it loosed its soul-shaking cry in a voice of thunder...

Blood cursed as the ceiling fell in on him. Old Mrs. MacGillicutty from
upstairs wailed as she landed on the bed beside him and bounced onto the
floor. He shot a glare at the SuperMach that had somehow found its way into
his hand, before realising that he'd forgotten to turn his nerve wires off
before going to sleep. "Damn it. Not again."
=========Doc'
Message no. 6
From: Mike and Jill Johnson shadowrn@******.net
Subject: [Challenge] An oldie but a goodie.
Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 16:50:00 -0600
>Ever wonder what your cell phone thinks of you? Or what your wired reflexes
>do while you are asleep? What about your foci, what do they think of your
>summoning style?


Here goes:

Patience. Dreaming of the embracing touch, which warms to the core.
Patience. Thrilling for the explosion of colors, which dance with
excitement.
Patience. Waiting for the hum of power that never comes.
Flecks of colors some bright, others dull glide by but never stop. Time
drags by while sitting on the shelf. The brief times of fire and passion
have ceased.
Yearning. To have slim fingers run across my surface.
Yearning. To be bright and shining with reds, blues and yellows.
Yearning. To have the flow of energy coursing through my body.
Black, ugly and dead, stop near were I sit. Lifted in the air, by
something so dead, unable to pulse with intensity. Encased, in darkness
unable to feel or see.
Anguish. Never to be warmed by the touch of love.
Anguish. Locked out of the beauty of world.
Anguish. Decaying by the lack of power.
Laughter, crisp and clear, reach through the void. White light pierces
the emptiness, bringing with it familiar stirrings. Soft caresses awaken a
fire, which has been out for an eternity.
"It's so beautiful." A woman's voice purred, as she held up a rose
colored crystal. "Where did you find it?"
"At some junk store. It reminded me of you."
"Oh thanks." The laughter rang out again. With great care, she slipped
the silver chain over her head. The crystal slid under her shirt, against
her skin.
Pleasure. A pink sheen shined from within.
Pleasure. White, blue, and orange infused with red swirl about with glee.
Pleasure. Vibrating with energy, flowing from being worn.

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