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I got tommorow comin' IN in in in in.... Biiiiiiiiirds. Also thanks for the crits.
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# ? Oct 26, 2016 21:29 |
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Been a while, and birds are rad. In
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# ? Oct 26, 2016 21:40 |
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In.
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# ? Oct 26, 2016 22:19 |
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# ? Oct 26, 2016 22:38 |
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newtestleper posted:No problemo
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# ? Oct 26, 2016 22:54 |
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# ? Oct 26, 2016 23:02 |
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In. I'll regurgitate onto the paper instead of into the mouth of the baby bird.
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# ? Oct 26, 2016 23:55 |
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In. I hate birds!
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# ? Oct 27, 2016 02:02 |
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In.
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# ? Oct 27, 2016 03:05 |
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My favorite bird is the fINch. 250 words. Let's do this.
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# ? Oct 27, 2016 03:22 |
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In
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# ? Oct 27, 2016 15:39 |
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I am IN for this spooky Halloween prompt!
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# ? Oct 27, 2016 16:32 |
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Tyrannosaurus posted:I am IN for this spooky Halloween prompt! hahaha poo poo.
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# ? Oct 27, 2016 20:28 |
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birds are loving scary they're goddamn flying dinosaurs thats halloween as poo poo
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# ? Oct 27, 2016 20:30 |
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Sure yes okay, I'd like to bird please wait there's no sign-up deadline, why am I doing this? Whatever. In
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# ? Oct 27, 2016 22:27 |
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[bird pun]. In.
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# ? Oct 27, 2016 22:39 |
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Still looking for one more judge!
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 01:07 |
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 02:59 |
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Thanks to Grizzled Patriarch and sparksbloom for volunteering to judge this week. We will try to be the fastest and goodest judges around.
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 03:44 |
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newtestleper posted:Thanks to Grizzled Patriarch and sparksbloom for volunteering to judge this week. We will try to be the fastest and goodest judges around. Domespeed, brother.
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 04:35 |
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What the heck. I'll- IN!!!
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 11:38 |
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I cannot follow simple instructions. We write a 250 word story with the prompt "birds" and submit it both here and to the website provided?
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 12:02 |
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Beige posted:I cannot follow simple instructions. We write a 250 word story with the prompt "birds" and submit it both here and to the website provided? yeah
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 12:17 |
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In btw
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 14:57 |
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IN
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 15:47 |
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 19:50 |
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I'll close registrations tonight at 11:59pm PST.
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 20:45 |
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Alright, I'm in.
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# ? Oct 28, 2016 22:22 |
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in i guess
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# ? Oct 29, 2016 00:54 |
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in (USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)
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# ? Oct 29, 2016 03:20 |
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DZ6wGbSYvY What about me? What about Twist yeah okay, in
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# ? Oct 29, 2016 04:48 |
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Oh sweet, still open. Inburgers
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# ? Oct 29, 2016 05:53 |
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edit out for submission reasons
SurreptitiousMuffin fucked around with this message at 20:37 on Nov 18, 2016 |
# ? Oct 29, 2016 06:58 |
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Proof of submission: edit: SurreptitiousMuffin fucked around with this message at 09:24 on Oct 29, 2016 |
# ? Oct 29, 2016 07:02 |
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Since the prompt post encourages cooperation, I want to remind people that there are some excellent crits happening in the IRC channel. Just mentioning this factoid so everyone has the same opportunity for feedback this week. The busiest hours tend to be roughly between 9AM and 9PM PST.
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# ? Oct 29, 2016 07:47 |
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Signups closed! Look forward to your submissions.
newtestleper fucked around with this message at 10:00 on Oct 29, 2016 |
# ? Oct 29, 2016 09:56 |
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Story submitted to Flash Frontier. I'll post up the screenshot when they reply. War on the Wings 250 words I watched Faisal slam the door closed on his truck, a tarp hastily tied over the skeletal frame. From within I can hear the calls of the Ibises and Pochards, crammed into cages stacked atop one another, fluttering in vain to escape their prisons. They didn't know how fortunate they were. The other animals had to fend for themselves now. A bomb exploded some distance away, its violent roar sending a chill down my spine as the wind pushed my graying hair aside. “Hurry, Faisal,” I called to my assistant, looking over the tie-downs once more. They would hold, god willing. “Time has run out.” He nodded to me, his youthful eyes filled with frightful, angry tears. “drat the Arianans!” He shouted as he turned to hop into the front seat. “Get in!” I stepped over to his seat, my hand on his shoulder. “The allies are coming from the West. Drive, and don't stop until you see them.” I said, turning to walk away. “Don't be a fool!” Faisal cried openly now. “The others aren't coming!” I turned on my heel and shouted in fury. “This is my home!” I roared over the gunshots. “It will not die alone!” He stared at me, frustration in his gaze before he started the engine. “God help you.” He said, barely audible over the grinding gears, driving off. Another explosion, much closer now, rattled the empty avian habitat. I took a seat on a bench, hearing the war outside the gates.
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Doping (244 words) Rutger’s victory lasted all of three minutes. “We think you cheated,” said Judge Wetraus. “Prepare your chaffinch for the blood test.” The chaffinch, Adonis, strutted around his wooden box, bobbing his slate-colored head and chirping his 1,020th susk-e-wiet. An improbable 1,019 such tweets had earned the bird, and Rutger, first prize in the hour-long Vinkensport Championship. This year’s jackpot: one million francs. Of course he’d cheated. Since his wife’s passing, Rutger had struggled to provide for himself and his daughter, Margriet. So the listless thirteen-year-old had held the bird, earlier, while Rutger doped it with enough testosterone to guarantee the thing would chirp with gusto. Faking the test would require the girl’s blood; his would be too rich in testosterone. He hatched a plan and whispered it to Margriet. Leaning close, Rutger noticed her face was thinner than usual. Circles streaked beneath her eyes. Has she stopped eating? When the veterinarian brought the needle, Margriet held Adonis with two hands: one to slip a clandestine finger underneath the tip, the other to pinch the bird at the critical moment. A few seconds later, the vet dabbed the blood onto a test strip. It turned blue. “Well, this is unexpected,” he said. “The bird tests positive for opiates. Still grounds for disqualification.” Rutger shot Margriet a look loaded with equal parts horror and understanding. “I miss her too.” He turned to the judges. “Excuse me. I need to spend some time with my daughter.”
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