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Baby Pixel came out of the womb and looked around, afraid and cold. He saw blurry shapes and heard fuzzy sounds, but did not know what or where they were. He wanted to go back. More than anything he wanted to go back. When he was in the womb, he hadn’t thought of it. He was just ready, he had been floating upside down for the past few months and he was afraid he was going to be retarded.

Now he was out and he didn’t even know which direction was back in, never mind how he’d go about getting there.

His head hurt, it felt like it’d been compacted into an area no larger than a vagina, and his near 800 unfused bones were unused to feeling any weight. Pixel was weak. As weak as a– future version of Pixel in which the analogy of weak as a baby would also fit.

And he had the absolute worst case of womb-head.

Baby Pixel felt yucky. Most of his comforting placental fluid was gone and the rest was fading fast. There were beings touching him and carrying him and Baby Pixel could do nothing. He was completely at their mercy.

One particularly large fellow held him and slapped him.

The doctor had slapped him to get the ugly off him. That didn’t seem to work. Then he slapped him again to get him to breathe.

Baby Pixel opened his mouth.

He uttered a silent scream then lay still.

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nabµf #25 of 29

Pixel decided to cut off all of his hair one day. It came to him in bits and pieces. He’d found himself complaining about his hair one day and decided to do something with it: he made it get a job.

When that didn’t work (*rimshot*), Pixel stayed anxious about his hair. One day, he saw his enemily acquaintances Tim and Liam talking. There was something odd about them.

Pixel stared, trying to figure out what was odd, but could not. Liam leaned forward, pushed up his glasses, and moved his ponytail out of the way. Tim, unconsciously primed by Liam, leaned, pushed up his glasses, and moved his ponytail out of the way too.

Pixel stared longer, a faint tickling going on in his mind. Then, he felt his hand move up and slide the bridge of his glasses forward as he moved his ponytail out of the way.

Then it hit him!
Liam and Tim were gay lovers!

Then it hit him again!
Liam and Tim were identical twins!

Then it hit him a final time!

He tore off his glasses and rushed to the window: they were all male, they were all dorks, they were all wearing glasses, and they all had long hair.

He turned back around and saw them sitting in the table, caressing each other in a homoerotic incestuous way that left Pixel shivering to the bone.

That moment he decided he was going to cut his hair off.

Then it hit him!
A train.

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Necro Autobiographical Microfiction

Microfiction is a ludicrously short story, usually about 250 words. Microficticious works have all the same elements as regular works, but are forced to show them quicker. If novels are meant to be read over a month, novellas over a week, and short stories in one sitting, then microfiction is meant to be read in between sittings.

In high school, I wrote a series of autobiographical flash fiction (from 2-5 pages long) that always ended in my dying in a bizarre and unusual way.

I want to revive that.

From now on and for the next 29 rotations, I shall write a new Necro Autobiographic Microfictitious story every chance I get. Who’s ready for the adventure? I know I am.

Rules:

1. each story should be perfectly consistent within its own reality
2. no explanation shall be given for the deaths of the main character
3. Pixelation Qyw Styx shall be the main and perhaps only character
4. the stories will form a meaningful whole, not contradicting each other (except for the dead/alive problems)
5. each story shall be able to be read independently of each other story.
6. each story should be between 235 and 265 words.
7. stories may be accurate and based on real-life events, but they are fiction, remember that.

Update: Moofruot has joined the fray. Her rules, as best as I can tell, are as follows:

1. each story is perfectly consistent within its own reality.
2. MFRT is the main and sometimes only character.
3. each story can be read independent of any other.
4. each story should be between 235 and 265 words.

… probably. I’m just giving her rules because she’s linking to me and that’s cool.

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