And here we go again. A nice short one:

    [Chime: One]

The damn Grandfather clock was broken again. It was really ten o'clock.

    Dreams again.

    He wasn't lost -- never as he had been.

Ah. Ryouga, most likely.

    But this time... he didn't know where he was.

When one is lost, usually they don't.

    Oddly, he still had no real sense of being _lost_... just not
knowing where he was.

As opposed to being -lost-.

    He wasn't certain how such a thing could be... so it must have been
a dream.

Or he suffered a blow to the head and is concussed. Or maybe drugged.

    ***

    [Fate's Question]

[DB's Answer: Two]

    Three sisters surrounded him, each in turn shifting to the last,
boggling him.

Eww. Ogling or some other word than 'boggling'

    But beyond that, he knew who they were.

Moe, Larry, and Curly.

    "What do you want with me?"

"Pull my finger," the one in the middle offered.

    They froze, becoming static.

He hit the side of the television screen. They started moving again.

    The eldest spoke first. "We simply need you to make a choice, poppet."

They're British? Always thought only Brits used that term.

    ***

    [Chime: Two]

And it was seven o'clock. The damn thing was getting worse.

    The grass was always greener.

Until it changes into purple. :P

    Not that he'd allow himself to believe that, anymore. It wasn't

do you need the comma?

really greener. Empty promises. The only real things in the world were
those that you crafted with your own hands. Real things.

So much for using a toilet then, since he never made one. That meant they
didn't exist. Maybe it was small wonder he had no friends. He just couldn't
seem to make any.

    Sometimes, he noticed, his mind wandered.

What was it he had been thinking of anyway? Something about his mind
wandering.

    And with it, his feet, though never as far as he once had traveled.

Awkward. Not sure what you're trying to say there.

    He shook his head, turning his attention back to the road, and the
call that drew him onward.

"C'mere,' It cried out.

    ***

    [Chime: Three]

Twelve O'Clock now. He should just take a sledgehammer to the thing and call
it quits.

    How many chances, he wondered, to change a life?

Three. After that, you're out.

    How many opportunities to change what he had done, what he had been...

Man: My gun says no chances. Sorry, bub.

*Bang*

*Thud*

And here endeth the story. :)

    And try to make a better person of himself for it?

Nah. Climb into the gutter. Being 'a better person' is highly overrated.

    [Crone]

Dr. Claw (from Get Smart): Not Crone! Clone! Clone! You never listen to what
I say.

    [Sunlight]

A problematic thing, given he was a vampire. He turned to ash. His tale in
this, brief.

    She hummed softly, washing the dishes, and gasping slightly, as she
thought on the thing she had bought earlier that day. And the answer it
had given her.

Phones were useful items.

    Something that would change her marriage, she felt, and only for the
better.

Oh crotchless leather panites. My bad.

    But he seemed so distant, lately...

Probably because he was half a world away.

    ***

    [Chime: Four]

This time he did take the sledghammer to it. A pity it really was four
o'clock.

    "We can let you grow in ways you had thought closed to you forever."

Man: You mean you can enlarge my winkie?

Woman: Not a chance. We meant other kinds of emotional growth.

Man: Emotional growth. Bah! Only a woman would think of that crap. I want a
big winkie.

    ***

    [Fireside]

Chats with Sailor Mars and Johnny Storm, the Human Torch.

    "Mmm..." she murmured contently, leaning into his arm, as he
enfolded her gently.

    He smiled, smelling deeply of her hair, and staring into the fire
they sat near. "I think... I think

I'm gay."

She killed him on the spot.

    ***

    [Chime: Five]

Which really pissed him off since the damn thing was broken.

    [Maiden]

Girl: Not after last night at the bar with all of those drinks and all of
those horny sailors, I'm not.

    "We can give you back what you've lost.

Except your virginity. But it's not like you did anything with it anyway.

    [Impetus]

    "Dearest?" she whispered into the darkness, his form next to hers on
their small bed.

Woman: We need a bigger bed. I'm tired of getting poked by you every
morning.

Man: Most women complain when they don't get poked every morning by their
husband.

The sounds of violence soon followed.

    "Mmm?"

    "I wanted to tell you first... you're going to be a father."

Man: Really? I wonder which of my girlfriends was the one I knocked up.

    [Chime: Six]

He just gave up at this point.

    ***

    [Hero's answer]

He'd blow himself up and die in spectacular fashion.

Oops, wrong hero. I thought you ment 'Hiro' from Wing Gundam. Never mind.

    Hm... what to say? And here you thought that I hated Ryouga.

A pity, then. I know there's no character I dislike, and it definitely makes
for better writing, IMO.

Nice little introspective piece on Ryouga from the CP universe. Short and
surreal, but not too much so. Sorry I couldn't say more about the grammar.
Didn't find any problems with it, really.

D.B. Sommer


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