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29/augusti/2007 03:06
Ibland när jag har feber, som nu, och inte
kan sova, som nu, får jag en del konstiga
idéer. Till exempel har jag idag stött på
något som kallas för Drabble.
En drabble är en jättekort "novell" på exakt
100 ord och ska helst skrivas på engelska,
eftersom det är fusk att använda ett språk
som svenska där man kan sätta ihop jättelånga
ord. Av någon anledning tyckte jag att det
lät som en kul grej (fråga mig inte varför)
och jag har därför snickrat ihop två sådana
drabbles. Jag har valt att kalla dessa
storartade litterära mästerverk "Vapor
Trails" samt "Side Effects" och de återfinns
här nedan. Kanske är de redan moderna
klassiker.
Vapor
Trails
As he watched the vapor trails of the
incoming nuclear missiles form in the
autumn sky, he realized that his life
was about to come to a very abrupt end.
It was a very strange feeling to
anticipate one's own death. Instead of
fear or sadness, all he felt was a sort
of detached curiosity. Not curiosity
about death itself, but about the very
fact that he didn't feel anything else.
He contemplated why he was in such a
peculiar emotional state until his eyes
were fried by an intense flash of
light. The following shockwave ended
the unbearable pain.
Side
Effects
"Congratulations on reaching the big
five-oh-oh!" she exclaimed.
"Thanks," he replied, with a forced
smile.
Weird. He didn't feel like he'd been
alive for half a millennium. He knew
this was most likely due to the
mandatory bicentennial memory wipe, but
he couldn't help but feel younger than
his age.
Supposedly, a side effect of delayed
aging is severe memory fragmentation,
but he often wondered if the
defragmentation wipe really was for his
benefit or if it was just another tool
for the government to keep people in
check.
He shrugged and went on to blow out the
burning candles.