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FFM 2023 01 by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2023 01

"Hey, an email from Finley just came through while we were looking at knitting patterns. It looks important?" Jenna looks at Figment. "It's probably nothing." "Isn't Finley your boss?" "I meant nothing I can do anything about right now." Figment pokes Jenna. "Ya might have to do something about this one." Jenna takes the phone and thumbs through the message. Figment doesn't miss how Jenna's face simultaneously pales and reddens even though she hasn't even opened the innocuous-looking attachment. A few swipes and the email is out of sight, snoozed to be looked at and dealt with another time. Judging by Jenna's reaction, Figment knows she wishes "another time" would be never. "You going to tell me what it's about?" "No." Jenna lowers her head and gets back to work. Jenna never needed to tell it. Figment already knows.

FFM 2022 07 by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2022 07

Paper falls to the floor, forgotten in favor of the vivid cardstock inside. It’s the one good thing that has happened for er birthday - a watercolor painting of a budgie wearing a knit hat and perched on an antique teapot. By no means expert, but the combination of er favorite things brightens er day nonetheless. Seran would have to get to work on that watercolor postcard e owed Snickie. , Seran whistles and skips down the street, er card hanging on a lanyard. “OOF!” “Beg your pardon, ma’am.” Seran is annoyed by the misgendering but says nothing. “Oh my, what a lovely bird!” says Deadra. “It reminds me of the iridescent ice pigeons I once saw in a desert garden.” “Iridescent ice pigeons?” “Yes, although I forgot what happened to them since neurotype deleted that part of the story.” , “Snickie, why am I in your story?” “Needed to do a meta. Thought the colorful birds would tie in nicely. Did you not like Deadra’s story?” “There was no story! Someone called neurotype deleted

FFM 2022 02 by snickiedude, literature

FF 2021 30 by snickiedude, literature

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FF 2021 30

Yesterday she made a less than savory comment at one of the wardens. It didn't matter what he had done to provoke her. She was sent to solitary with no food. But solitary could not be silent when fellow inmates existed just on the other side. Their gleeful cacophony assaults her being almost as much as the persistent buzz of electricity in the walls and the fluorescent lights overhead. Worst was the leaky toilet in cell B-15. But the prison failed to contain her powers properly, and she lets her body absorb the energy of the noise around her, drowning out everything in peaceful silence. Ah, yes. Woosh! No!

FFM 2021 03 by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2021 03

It starts with an inexplicable fire in the aft cabin that quickly devours the sails, killing their forward momentum and any hope of reaching land. A week later, with rations running low and no land in sight, her entire night watch - fifteen men - dive off the crow's nest in succession at midnight. Nadal nearly drives her rose-hilted dagger into herself when she finds Gene in their bed, a festering black blister eating away his palm. Alone, mutinied and penniless, she delivers the cursed urn to its family. She is the first outsider to be blessed when the Phoenix rises again.

FFM 2021 01 by snickiedude, literature

FFM 2020 30 by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 30

"Can you play like Squidward???" Sigh. Deep breath. She's six; she doesn't know any better. Squawk! Squeak honk squawk! The kids giggle and laugh while I hold back tears. Look what they made me do to my baby, my prefect reed. "Did you know Squidward isn't actually bad at clarinet?" the resident meme master states. "He sounds bad because he's playing underwater." Deep breaths. It's okay, Squidward isn't - "Who would put a clarinet underwater? You'd ruin the instrument." "It's just a -" "Squidward is bad at clarinet because he has tentacles, no fingers. He's pressing all the buttons at once." "Oh."

FFM 2020 29 by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 29

“I want to go swimming but it’s thundering.” Jenna checks the radar. “Looks like these are pop-up storms, not really moving anywhere. You could probably jump in the pool and swim like two laps and hop out.” “But it’s thundering!” Jenna shrugs. “Then don’t swim.” “That’s not helping! I want to swim!” “Then... swim. You’ve got time.” “But it’s thundering.”

FFM 2020 27 - Mutual Motives by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 27 - Mutual Motives

Annie is small and pale, with a fighter’s physique. She’ll look like a whale soon enough though. Caitlin is tall and just tan enough that onlookers at the public pool silently question her race. Her physique is much leaner, perhaps an illusion given by her height, lending her the appearance of a grasshopper. Between the two of them and within an about five feet radius around either of them, there is not even a single ripple on the surface of the pool. “So how’s school?” Annie finally says. “Oh, you know,” Caitlin muses. “Stressful.” “Ah. I feel that.” “Uh-huh.” The silence that hangs over the pair is palpable. A six-year-old enters their five-foot radius chasing after a toy, panics, and swims away screaming. Nobody hears him until he exits the radius, and then all eyes are back on the pair of metas huddled in the corner of the pool. The toy magically makes its way back to the kid. The radius of silence expands another foot. “So,” says Caitlin after the eyes start turning away.

FFM 2020 26 - Out by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 26 - Out

"He's a good guy," says Jenna. "He would make a suitable life partner." "Suitable?" "We have similar beliefs and similar enough interests and enough common sense that we can debate and not resent each other at the end. He's intelligent too. Knows how to cook." "But you don't like him." "Of course I like him, I just…" Jenna heaves a sigh. "Platonically I'm very open to him. Romantically I'm very lukewarm. I don't have a particular desire to kiss him or anything like that." “That’s normal.” “Apparently not,” says Jenna. He wants a girlfriend, maybe even a wife. He wants her. But she doesn’t want him, not like that. But she does want him. , “You know, when I had crushes on boys, it was usually boys that I was already friends with. Like ‘ooh, he talks to me and he’s funny.’ Those were the boys I fantasized about.” Jenna blinks. “You know, in the LGBT community, they would call that demisexuality. Like you’re not physically attracted to a guy until you’re already emotionally

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FFM 2020 27 - Mutual Motives by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 26 - Out by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 26 - Out

FFM 2020 31 by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 31

“I’m going to need you to get rid of the squirrels in your hair before we get started.” “Oh! I should have known that, terribly sorry,” says Freddie. “They live there for warmth. Guess it’s unsanitary or something. What was I thinking, bringing them to a dentist appointment?” “Indeed,” says the dental assistant. “But the real problem is that Doctor Karwowski is allergic.” “...I hope she has Allegra.” One sneezy dental consult and a half dozen masks later, Freddie walks out of the dental clinic with explicit instructions to lay off on the Sun Carbon. They’re nuts if they think xe’ll actually do it. That stuff is clean and the best energy drink xe could find that doesn’t make xir heart race. It always loses, anyway, in its self-imposed half marathons. There’s a vending machine in the nearby park. Freddie goes to it and feeds it some coins. The machine says thank you and spits out a Sun Carbon. Xe stares at its other offerings before buying a can of tomato juice as well for xir

FFM 2020 28 by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 28

A cow pasture. In the middle of the city. A bright green field of tall grass and a line of distant, dark green trees that top the hill and hide more skyscrapers on the other side. The barbed wire fence with a gaping hole about the width of a pregnant cow. And no cows. “So where’d they go?” Her eyes twitch, scanning the historic brick street - out of place in a city full of asphalt and cement - for any signs of cows. Manure. Displaced old loose bricks. Scrapes on the corners of buildings from too-big trailers squeezing into the too-narrow street. Cows don’t just vanish into thin air. She puts a hand to the ground. Sorting out and identifying vibrations proves difficult with millions of potential sources. Filtering out the white noise to find the source required. Oh. How simple. Three-quarters of a mile down the road, inside the disused civic center with interior decoration that screams "1970s", the local capes gape at the non-humanoid inhabitants. "So what do we do?" asks the tin

FFM 2020 22 by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 22

Little girl, nine, what are you doing tonight? I’m hiding under the stairs from the big scary storm. It’s gonna rip our house apart but in the inside closet with no wind, everything that I love will be safe. Everything? Well, not everything. It’s only a few hours of rattling and crying and flying tree branches, but then tomorrow we go to dig our friends out of the wreckage. , Big party soon! Will you be there? I cried at the last party. We’re going north with everything we love. Everything? Well, not everything. Our friends are leaving too, but they and their pets will be there for the party in the house on the big hill. Please be nice to them. Don’t worry, we’ll save some afterparty for you. Can’t let you miss out on all the fun! , Surprise party! The fuck is this? Your buddy just had a party here two weeks ago. Go away. Yeah, but I wasn’t invited. Fuck you, I’m coming anyway. Fuck you and fuck everything. Everything? Well, not everything. Parties are better with friends. That way we

FFM 2020 23 - Agent of Orange by snickiedude, literature

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FFM 2020 23 - Agent of Orange

Snickie shuts the laptop. Ugh, this challenge. What am I supposed to do? No, seriously, what am I supposed to do? She opens it again because she immediately forgot what she was supposed to do and it’s on her laptop. Also, Google Docs where she writes her stories is more accessible from the laptop. “The hell is Discordianism, anyway? Not some kind of ploy to get more people into the Discord channel, I’m sure. The collaboration challenge’ll take care of that.” The collaboration challenge. Ugh. Hydra’s been hinting at it for well over a week now. Smashing her head seems like a really good idea. Also painful. Let’s not do that. Even though it’s totally Snickie’s fault that she’s so behind on Flash Fiction Month and on studying for Solid Mechanics. The test is next week and Snickie hasn’t even cracked open the eBook for the chapters it’s on. Better get a move on or you’ll be stuck with a C in a Very Important Class. Snickie gets up and heads into the kitchen. I’ll be able to study once

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Jun 25, 2023

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Flash Fiction Month 2021: Golden Mug Awards! by Flash-Fic-Month, journal

Flash Fiction Month 2021: Golden Mug Awards!

Sep 15, 2021

You'd almost given up hope, but here it is at last... These last couple of months have broken our hearts and maimed our limbs, but at last the (slightly worse for wear) Hydra have crawled back from the brink to deliver unto you the final FFM 2021 announcements. After great delay, and many hours of toil and judgement, we are delighted to bring you winners of the SECOND annual Golden Mug Awards!! (On account of Eclipse, this is best viewed on a computer; we can't guarantee the behavior of formatting gremlins in any other format. ) After last year's success with the inaugural Golden Mug Awards (or GMA's for the cool kids) we wanted to go big, and go bold! We asked the community for suggestions, and stocked the category shelves to the brim, and well... honestly we all probably got a little carried away. :giggle: But we have no regrets! We're going to start things off with the returning categories from last year, and then we'll dive into the new story/genre specific categories.

Chekhov's Guns by joe-wright, literature

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Chekhov's Guns

Anton Chekhov (no relation) surveyed the racks upon racks of guns that lined the walls of his shop. Although many of them were black, each one of them possessed a dangerous sheen – gleaming hungrily like the alien from Alien. Their polished grips, some smooth, some textured, some wooden, some not, they cried out to be held, and more than held. A drop of sweat rolled down Chekhov's forehead. He knew full well that he was in a short story, and he knew full well what that meant. He regretted now opening a gun shop, just for the sake of a lightly amusing pun. There was no way he could have anticipated the events playing out here, but look

Super Problems by SarcasticCupcake5, literature

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Super Problems

Captain Awesome Strong Handsome Man stretched his overly-tan, muscular legs out on the beach chair. "Those things look ridiculous CASH Man." Super Evil Death Ray Guy, a.k.a Larry, pushed his sunglasses down his nose. "You look like Captain Tumor Legs." "I look AWESOME!" CASH boomed. Larry sighed and picked his book back up. "I just hate spending three weeks every year with those balloon limbs of yours." "The ladies LOVE MY LIMBS!" He winked at his vacation companion. "And the rest of me too." CASH flexed his oversized arms at a bikini clad pair of woman. They giggled, scurrying away without a glance at the pale fellow in the adjacent chai

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

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Deviant for 15 years
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IxTP | gave up on figuring out my enneagram | Phlegmatic-Melancholic | She/Her | Dream journal goes back to 2010 with some even earlier entries

Obviously Snickie is not my real name but the name of my online persona. I hope you'll forgive me if I say I don't trust most random strangers on the internet. ;)

Current Residence: Florida
OS: Windows 10
Can do: semi-realistic amateur pencil drawings, novice anime style, portraits, (humanoid) character design, fanfiction, occasional poetry
Also like: photography sometimes, fractals
Fandoms: Code Lyoko, Yu-Gi-Oh DM, SAO (before s2), Star Trek DS9, Steven Universe, Naruto

I currently do not accept commissions. I procrastinate on important life stuff enough already. ;)

I accept llama trades. I also give llamas for favs. Now, if you fav something of mine and I've already given you a llama, ... I'll get back to you on that. Maybe.
No need to thank me for llamas, faves, or watches - pay it forward!~

I am terrible about replying to comments and such mostly because I don't know what to say and then six months pass by and I forget and by the time I remember it's been an awkwardly long radio silence. ^^;

Personal Quote: Procrastinate now. Don't put it off! -- Ellen DeGeneres

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Dream Theater, Yes, Chicago, Frederick Delius, David Maslanka, Piotr Tchaikovsky

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Tools of the Trade

Pencils, watercolor pencils, Inkscape, Paint.NET, Sharpies, a smartphone camera, Google Docs

Other Interests

life, music, clarinet, calculus, typology, medical sciences, Japanese food, drawing, fanfic

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Dec 25, 2021

RIP Snick to my loo cute baby kitten, cute fat little old lady baby kitten, my precious, my sweet.

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snickiedude

Jun 19, 2020

11 days until Flash Fiction Month 2020 begins. *stress stress stress stress* *hype hype hype hype*

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snickiedude

Apr 11, 2019

Nothing like doing a digital art drawing and being well into it, and then you flip the image horizontally and realize your lineart is all sorts of f#@%ed up and nothing lines up and this is not supposed to be a Picasso painting, okay. :XD: