William Allan Randolph loved his initials. He loved the monogrammed towels and handkerchiefs the butler brought each morning, and especially the bathrobe he wore every day, where his initials rode high above the Randolph family crest in gold piping. He liked to write his initials on everything he owned, three simple capital letters in permanent ink. He added them to his cup, bowl and spoon. His cereal boxes. The TV screen (lower left corner). His pill caddy. The dog. Lightbulbs.
It was only when he found the can of spray paint in the garage that those outside the family began to take notice.
A gated community for defense contractors. Neighbor plays a prank on guy at the end of the block. Turns stop signs into “stop war” sign. Guy is outraged until neighbor reveals the joke. They have a good laugh. Then they go make more guns.
A confrontational street artist unveils his latest study in instilling his audience with quiet, hateful anger: insipid, unavoidable war commentary. It is a runaway success.
Setting notes: The year is 2017, New York City. The narrator (castingNote: AnnaFaris) is the progeny of a hostage taken in the year 1999. She reads from the cover of a paperback, “As told by the fuckTwat issue of an unholy union, an ambivalent product of rape.”
Ginnie pauses, and addresses the congregated bibliophiles: “My art is war. The horned bull sees red. The demon reveals its closet of hell suits.”
In the back of their truck, camouflaged with logotypes, was the honorable senator from South Carolina. Signs they’d read in star charts and Nostradamus led them to this act of anti-terrorism.
Senator Bexar writhed in an opiated fugue: his penis, inverted to form a canal, now opened to a stolen uterus seeded with their precious prince.
The wheels stopped rolling. The engine idled.
[From My Mother's Sin, a lesbianSuperhero romance. Still game? :>)}]
-A world or dark colors, grungy, futuristic world with steampunk motifs.
- Turf wars based on graffiti with a new twist, territorial wars that break up world nations in respective “territories” based upon graffiti work.
- All out battle royale style fighting
- A small team of run down steampunk kids, Oliver Twist, but with geniuses, and more wires with a despotic outlook
-”Ender’s Game”meets “Westside Story” with a “Lord of the Flies” twist, mixed in with things that spin in the clock, and odd metallic animals, Mad Hatter logic: A tip-off to “Alice in Wonderland”
I apologize if this makes no sense whatsoever, but I typed out the first things that came to mind, even if they didn’t come in complete sentences.
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William Allan Randolph loved his initials. He loved the monogrammed towels and handkerchiefs the butler brought each morning, and especially the bathrobe he wore every day, where his initials rode high above the Randolph family crest in gold piping. He liked to write his initials on everything he owned, three simple capital letters in permanent ink. He added them to his cup, bowl and spoon. His cereal boxes. The TV screen (lower left corner). His pill caddy. The dog. Lightbulbs.
It was only when he found the can of spray paint in the garage that those outside the family began to take notice.
A gated community for defense contractors. Neighbor plays a prank on guy at the end of the block. Turns stop signs into “stop war” sign. Guy is outraged until neighbor reveals the joke. They have a good laugh. Then they go make more guns.
The spray painter is bad at punctuation. He forgot the period after STOP.
A confrontational street artist unveils his latest study in instilling his audience with quiet, hateful anger: insipid, unavoidable war commentary. It is a runaway success.
THE EXCERPT
Setting notes: The year is 2017, New York City. The narrator (castingNote: AnnaFaris) is the progeny of a hostage taken in the year 1999. She reads from the cover of a paperback, “As told by the fuckTwat issue of an unholy union, an ambivalent product of rape.”
Ginnie pauses, and addresses the congregated bibliophiles: “My art is war. The horned bull sees red. The demon reveals its closet of hell suits.”
In the back of their truck, camouflaged with logotypes, was the honorable senator from South Carolina. Signs they’d read in star charts and Nostradamus led them to this act of anti-terrorism.
Senator Bexar writhed in an opiated fugue: his penis, inverted to form a canal, now opened to a stolen uterus seeded with their precious prince.
The wheels stopped rolling. The engine idled.
[From My Mother's Sin, a lesbianSuperhero romance. Still game? :>)}]
-A world or dark colors, grungy, futuristic world with steampunk motifs.
- Turf wars based on graffiti with a new twist, territorial wars that break up world nations in respective “territories” based upon graffiti work.
- All out battle royale style fighting
- A small team of run down steampunk kids, Oliver Twist, but with geniuses, and more wires with a despotic outlook
-”Ender’s Game”meets “Westside Story” with a “Lord of the Flies” twist, mixed in with things that spin in the clock, and odd metallic animals, Mad Hatter logic: A tip-off to “Alice in Wonderland”
I apologize if this makes no sense whatsoever, but I typed out the first things that came to mind, even if they didn’t come in complete sentences.