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No-Talent Hacks: Island Paradise
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Monday, April 14, 2008. Here's another assignment by Laura harkening back to the. Write a story set during your most recent vacation". A New England September is like a hunk of week-old cheese: cold, clammy, and slightly off-putting. The last vestiges of summer filled with visits to the cape, eating corn on the cob and lobster rolls by the seashore, are but a golden memory, and you begin to brace yourself for the unavoidable onslaught of winter. But which paradise would be my paradise? But the one boat t...
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No-Talent Hacks: March 2008
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008. So I says to my bunkmate. So I says to my bunkmate, “Fingers, you gots to see dis.”. And Fingers, rolls over in his bunk, which I can hear from below and I am guessing he stares at what I’m eyeballing and all he says is, “that ain’t good.”. So, I prods him a bit for conversation and I says, “Ain’t that your place, where you lived before we was busted last time? Think they are gonna rearrange all them paintings of poker dogs you got up on the walls? 8220;I thought you stilled owne...
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No-Talent Hacks: August 2007
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Saturday, August 04, 2007. Write a page from a travelogue of a space adventurer. Cletus and me were playing zap-the-cleaner today and I got banished from the rec room for three shifts. What’s a kid supposed to do for fun around here? I mean, we go to class during the sun shift and we sleep during the second space exposure and that leaves a whole shift with nothing to do. That’s right, I know my numbers. Fat lot of good that does when you got nothing to do. The No Talent Hacks. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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No-Talent Hacks: May 2007
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Thursday, May 31, 2007. Greetings, Hack Fans! A note from your friendly neighborhood Marcy). The Hacks are back after a brief lapse. It's been busy for everyone here in Hackdom, and with summer approaching, who knows how much we'll get written . Hack Summers tend to involve us northeasterners getting out into the sun and air as much as we can before the snow returns. But we'll put up a valliant attempt to get words on the blog nonetheless, so stay tuned. To quote one of my favorite writers, Brian Arnold:.
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No-Talent Hacks: October 2007
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Monday, October 08, 2007. If I were a duck, he thought to himself, then I probably would not spend my time imagining I was a person. The logic of this assertion was reassuring given the utter reckless chaos that his life had become in the last week or three. As long as I know that as a duck I would not wonder about being a person that I can handle the rest of it. He wondered if waddling more would make him feel duckier and allow him some relief. The heroes always knew how to talk about the dragon ...
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No-Talent Hacks: February 2008
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008. Eggbert was a very normal egg. Sure, he was smooth and white and shined a little bit in the morning sun, but mostly he was incredibly normal. Eggbert’s one true wish was to be something special. He watched all the other folks going about their days, happy and content and he told himself that he should be happier too. But he wasn’t. All day long Eggbert waited for someone to notice his special red dot. But, no one did. When the time came to go to the club, Eggbert was bleary ey...
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No-Talent Hacks: Moment of Discovery
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Thursday, April 10, 2008. Deftly, his practiced fingers unhinged the lock on the large, wooden chest that held the secrets of his origin. His skin buzzed from the elevated nanobot activity in his veins. Almost automatically the adrenaline boost activated to increase his heart rate and ensure total focus. 8220;Better than a triple espresso,” he would brag to the cell-based skinners at on Drakmar VI. The No Talent Hacks. The No Talent Hacks. What did he find? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). We, the No-...
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No-Talent Hacks: The artist
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Saturday, June 14, 2008. You are watching a home makeover show on television, and the homeowners are going in to horrid detail describing the loathsome appearance of one of the rooms of their house. You realize that this house used to be yours, and the design they are tearing apart was your crowning achievement in home improvement! How do you react. It would have been art. Did I mention that I live alone? Suddenly he’s yelling at me to open up in the name of the law. And apparently my rights ex...But he ...
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No-Talent Hacks: January 2008
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Saturday, January 19, 2008. LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD. By L David Wheeler. Belinda Budge was as stubborn as her last name implied, and on this particular day she was resolute in refusing to fulfill her duties. As she was a guardian angel, this left her charge, Darrah Rongweld, in something of an awkward situation, as she was marked for humiliation, desecration and ultimate annihilation by the Secret Dark Lords of Malevolence. And what kind of title was that, anyway? They weren’t real. 8211; or you will if yo...
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No-Talent Hacks: Patio
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Thursday, June 12, 2008. The patio glistened with morning dew. Slim fingers of sunlight reached through the pine shaded back yard and splayed across the weather sealant like spider webs on an abandoned exer-cycle. A coral-breasted nuthatch twittered its morning soliloquy before dropping a graceful string of pearly white excrement across the sky blue Jacuzzi cover. There it was. That stuck up, elitist, plastic covered hussy; Couch. PT resented Couch with every splinter of her being; with its priss...Deck ...
