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[midas777]

winner

[danteGA]

First of all, I like putting the "Happy birthday.." bit at the beginning.

I have a new thought on the placement of the "eggs" part. What if the 'fluorescent lights' were describing the 'corridors', which is the last word in a segment. So the new ordering would be:

[Sunyavadin]

Well, I have


/The Sleeping Princess lay in // the deepest chamber//of the dungeon //in a coffin of glass //where the//Widow //could not hear her breathing. //With her staff at the ready //the Widow tested the casket's // iron lock, but the lock remained // fast. Then she touched // it with her staff, and //spoke the true name//of the Princess, and lo! //the lock fell open // But when the Widow opened the casket's lid// she saw the glass was //cracked, // and though ancient prophecy foretold that only // the kiss //of a handsome prince could wake//her, the Sleeping Princess was //gone. /

so I only need the third part and I'm going to let the flea know.

[spunkinator]

...or the lights could be when she gets strapped down and feels the bumps on her back. It's also been suggested...

[Centipede]

Anychance I can get someone to pm me a copy of the currently accepted stories? I can't access the wiki from work (stupid websense)

[detayl]

[Sunyavadin]

[Nola]

[danteGA]

[Sunyavadin]

[Epic1980]

[Sunyavadin]

Right, I'm 99% confident with this one:

/Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to- Lab day, honey. But can't I have a slice // of- Later. This will just take a few minutes. // Short walk through the// Labyrinth. Click-clack of bootsteps in the corridors.// Into lab 7. Wait. Tongue depressors, swabsticks // monitors. Wait. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to—Footsteps in the hall// Middle-aged, female; stride length and time suggest height approx. 1.7m.// Halsey// Door swings open. It's her. Coffee stains on labcoat. She gives me the queenly smile. Calls me// by name not number. Why not? She took my name away.// She owns it now, can use it if she likes. Tactical option reflex: unarmed;// swabstick through the eye; monitor wire// garrote. Linger there. // She tells me to get in the chair. I don't kill her. //She straps me down. // Fluorescent lights. Smell of formaldehyde. Still// feel the new implants, itchy little bumps along my spine.// Eggs waiting // to hatch. Gross. Try not to think about it.// More footsteps. Door opens and nurse comes in, steel tray rattling with// needles and scalpels and little evil scissors with hooked blades. // Halsey picks up a needle. Tests the plunger. Something yellow sprays out. Venom colored. // Don't worry, she says. The queenly smile. This will hardly hurt a bit./

[thebruce]

looks like it does

[midas777]

First Strike

[CoffeeJedi]