Stop Making Sense 2 – Day 2

I've been unable to write anything new for months. I tried a few whimsical ones for this prompt, then decided to rework on old CNF draft (started in a previous BG workshop). I've worked apartheid into it, inspired by the redacted/censorship concept in the prompt....

I have a big DECEPTICON. Most ANIMAL RITUAL goes into it. Destroyer god with one thousand INTERCHANGABLE PENISES and center of SNAILS. Gigantic ENIGMATIC TRANSFORMER. I’m sure glad I’m not trying to pass through airport security with this big ACTION FIGURE. Those of...

The movie director yells cut. "Cut!" the movie director yells. "Popeye" is supposed to be dead in this scene," the director screams. "But Popeye can't die," Popeye replies. The director shoots him dead. Pink Panther steps away for a cigarette break and says nothing....

(this is a redaction piece) I have a big DECEPTICON. Most ANIMAL RITUAL goes into it. Destroyer god with one thousand INTERCHANGABLE PENISES and center of SNAILS. Gigantic traumatic TRANSFORMER. I’m sure glad I’m not trying to pass through airport security with this...

All xxxxxxxxxxxxxx recollections xxxxxxxxxxxxxx are character xxxxxxxxxx distorted xxxxxxxx versions xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that actually happened. Tempting xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx to correct the record xxxxxxxx myself, I’m not going to xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. The point here is...

Geotraumas Birdstorms and similar phenomena became known as geotraumas, closing airports and pedestrian zones and certain zip codes of consciousness. Avian clouds spirited through vast swathes of sky, heaving and shifting in dark amoebas, their screams razoring the...

Fossilized Fused with a flat mental sky she charred hours with used, dead matches. All timid squalor, fussy haggling between impulse and intrusive clarity, wine doused her back into slatted mumble of day that drained her down the sink of another benign sunrise. A...

All recollections are character distorted versions that actually happened. Tempting to correct the record myself, I’m not going to . The point here is you deliberately framing the narrative in a way that is obviously a caricature of poison in the guise of fiction....

I thought Vlad was full of shit. Or just yanking the tail of another tourist. Guiding must get mundane as factory work. Anything to spice up and here we have a toothpick fish, a glass frog, jesus lizard, decoy spider, a capybara—the largest rodent in the world, tastes...

good night moon good night father while you snore I spend the night traversing your mouth like a derelict vagabond on occasion resting by a jagged molar noticing how your breath smells like turpentine and death noting how your tongue resembles a salmon-colored dragon...

Enjoy all the wonderful work from Day 2!