HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: coyote@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (cats)
Newsgroups: alt.prose
Subject: Chapter 6:  Who"s Blind?
Date: 15 Aug 92 17:09:51 GMT
Organization: Purdue University Computing Center


     Please do not compare me to Lisa anymore.  I am not her, she is not me.  You say she and I are a lot alike, and that frightens you sometimes.  You say we are afraid we are headed down the same path you and she once walked.  You fool.
     You say you see where this is going...our relationship.  If you can see, why do you not help me change this course it is traveling?  You tell me I am blind, and make yourself out to be a visionary.  Yes, love, I hold it against you.
     You have given me inspiration...motivated me.  Cared for me.  Yet you say that when and if you leave, it will be as if you had given me nothing.
     Beacause that is what happened with Lisa, and she and I are alike.
     You will end up hurting me.  Of course, fool...it will always happen.  Does not a widow grieve for her husband?  Is she not hurt?  Even in death, love will hurt those who believed in it...those who had faith...those who knew what the consequences would be.  And yet, you belittle me by saying I am blind.  What is blind?  Faith?  I have no religious affiliations, and yet, I have faith.  I have faith in me.  A faith you helped create.  You can leave me love, but you cannot take away that which has alread


y been given.  You cannot take back the nights of love, the dances beneath the stars, the trips home.  
     So why worry about hurting me?  You are so ready to take on the weight of the world.  Baby, the world is bigger than you realize.  It is funny....you see me as a small-town girl.  I am.  And you are the big city business super-boy.  You are.
     Perhaps that was low...the super-boy crack.  I mean it sincerely, though, you always misinterpret my sarcasm.  I respect your business sense...gads, you have given some of it to me (another gift you cannot take back).  But what I am really trying to say is that this world is large, but people are not.  People are people...they laugh, they cry, they live, they love.  Simple, really, and yet...you try to see the complexity....the little intricacies that make up a person's soul.  You, my love, are the bl


ind one.  For a person's soul is not even known to them...at least, not in their conscious lives.  Somewhere in their dreams, my love....and you cannot see their dreams.
From: dfong@waikato.ac.nz
Newsgroups: alt.prose
Subject: When the don't know Angst Poem
Date: 19 Aug 92 15:18:03 +1200
Reply-To: dld1@waikato.ac.nz
Keywords: love death innocence ignorance
Organization: University of Waikato, Hamilton, New Zealand

 tis but a DRAFT... but It's fairly complete
  <Untitled_As_Yet>

Tell me : Why do I walk in the rain ?
 What could make me act this way ?
  Day after day, except possibly
  Maybe it's true what my heart feels for you.

 Rain falling into puddles,
  your effect on my mind, oh so muddled.
 Your face fills my sight,
  your image my mind.
 My heart fills with love,
  but could you fulfil my life ?
 You stand so close, and yet so far.
 The distance, short and long
  slowly breaking the heart
 Could you find the love in your heart,
  or will I just end up falling in the Dark.

 But all I get is silence,
  And in the twilight my heart breaks,
 But if I walk in the rain maybe no one will see me cry.

 Dropping off the edge,
  Into an endless fall
 Just for that love to be returned,
 I would I give it all.

 Life, Fate, what games you play
 People just walk up and then away
 And death comes and sits by your side
 Wondering if you want to go and play that night.

 So I bid you Adieu,
  as I walk along the road
 And only in my heart,
  do I whisper quietly
   "I love you"

       Douglas, August 1992

--         Douglas L. Davey                "...I'm going slightly bONkers..."
--       Dreamer@Waikato.Ac.Nz                 Third year B.C.M.S. Hacker
--     Email : dld1@Waikato.Ac.Nz           Donald ( Comp Sci Novell ) : dld1
From: rone@girtab.usc.edu (Ron Echeverri)
Newsgroups: alt.prose
Subject: Re: The Big Chill (new story)
Date: 17 Aug 92 16:50:06 GMT
Followup-To: junk
Organization: University of Southern California, Los Angeles, CA
NNTP-Posting-Host: girtab.usc.edu

In article <1992Aug17.053538.10195@lclark.edu> larryw@lclark.edu (Larry Westdahl) writes:
>I know someone once who titled their story Graceland, and you guessed it. . .

It was about Paul Simon?  I am confused.

5150
no, not really
Newsgroups: alt.prose,alt.religion.kibology,alt.sex.stories,alt.alien.visitors,comp.os.coherent
From: pred@iitmax.iit.edu (Predrag S. Bundalo)
Subject: Re: Story about Kibo
Followup-To: alt.religion.kibology
Organization: Illinois Institute of Technology
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 92 06:33:09 GMT

In article <1992Aug18.164648.1341@ryn.mro4.dec.com> randolph@est.enet.dec.com (Tom Randolph) writes:
>
>OK, I give up, why is this in alt.alien.visitors?
>-Tom R.   randolph@est.enet.dec.com

This shouldn't be in comp.os.coherent either.  Especially not here since most
people reading this group pay for news (and email) via uunet and phone bills.

Pred Bundalo

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From: jpg@bnr.co.uk (Jonathan P. Gibbons)
Newsgroups: alt.prose
Subject: Dooberan
Date: 12 Aug 92 14:59:35 GMT
Distribution: alt
Organization: BNR Europe Ltd, London Rd, Harlow, Essex, CM19 9NA, U.K.


Down in the deep
 of the Dooberan Dale
A beast of dark valour
 gnaws its own tale

In pools of blood bile
 white gleam the bones
Of the demons last supper
 forever entombed
                            

                 \
----__           | \---_
        ---______/    /\  --/\
___________              /---V
__________\ \----------------/
          \/_|

Jonathan
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  With fearsome eyes and fiery breath the dragon burnt the girl to death
                    -- from "Too Late Saint George"
From: learnd@lafcol.lafayette.edu (Dave Learn)
Newsgroups: alt.prose
Subject: Michelangelo Blues
Keywords: story, short
Date: 17 Aug 92 17:25:24 GMT
Distribution: na
Organization: Lehigh University

Remember the big scare about the Michelangelo virus?  I posted this anecdote
to a local b-board back before the virus was supposed to strike.

Michelangelo Blues                                                              
                                                                                
I popped my disk into the A: drive on the 486 in AHE 310.  This machine         
was the fastest thing there was for running WordPerfect, PageMaker,             
or any other program under the sun at Lafayette.  All I had to do was           
make a few quick additions, and I would be able to print up the first           
four parts to my honor's thesis and get them to my professor to look            
over for me.                                                                    
     In too much of a hurry to enter WordPerfect through the menu and           
get stuck with that darned virus checker, I exited to DOS and snuck in          
the back door.  It took half the time, and it also circumvented those           
tired old announcements about making sure the printer was on line, and          
that we were only supposed to print one copy of a document on ACS paper.        
I knew all that by heart since I was a student assistant anyway.                
     I tried to load WordPerfect, but what was this?  Someone else--or          
maybe even me--had skipped the virus checker, and the machine was shot.         
With a groan, I remembered the date.  It was Friday, March 6.  Michel-          
angelo's birthday.  I groaned again at my bad luck.  Emblazoned on the          
screen for all to see was the head of a huge green turtle with blue             
eyes and a red headband.                                                        
     It was worse than even Les thought.                                        
     The Michelangelo virus had struck.                                         


Dave Learn, Knight of the Wolves         "What an extraordinary thing to
dl20@lafayacs.bitnet                      do--and you only a stutterer."
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From: megazone@wpi.WPI.EDU (MEGAZONE 23)
Newsgroups: alt.prose,alt.suicide.holiday
Subject: Re: just wanted to be friends
Date: 13 Aug 92 02:48:31 GMT
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute

In article <Bsvz2x.1q0@wpi.WPI.EDU> haywire@yaya.WPI.EDU (the Insane One) writes:
>I wrote this poem on a college net...
>one of my friends liked it so much he told me to post it on this one too
>hope you like it

Geee.... Wonder who that could've been? :-)

Glad to see it here Haywire. How's the machine of angsting breakdowns?

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Newsgroups: wpi.students.voxhumana,alt.prose,alt.personals,alt.suicide.holiday
From: megazone@wpi.WPI.EDU (MEGAZONE 23)
Subject: Envy
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
Date: Sat, 15 Aug 1992 22:18:44 GMT

How envious can I be?
Why do I desire what he has?
His life and possessions
The adventure and triumphs
Openess and trust
Love and understanding
He is everything I wish that I were
He speaks when I am silent
Goes on where I turn back
Loves when I fear to feel
Understands what I do not comprehend
Communicates when I cannot find the means
All this is the basis for my jealousy
Hardly logical
For I am god in his universe
I created him
For I am the author and he my character
I speak through him
He is my voice
Yet I still envy him

megazone, why do I write anyway?, 8/15/92
Newsgroups: alt.prose
From: tolman%asylum.cs.utah.edu@cs.utah.edu (Kenneth Tolman)
Subject: Mountain storm
Date: 16 Aug 92 20:58:37 MDT
Organization: University of Utah, CompSci Dept
Distribution: alt


the mountain cried out in the fury of the storm
as it lashed at her peaks and brought forth torrents
of rain that swept down her sides cutting deeply

"leave me," she cried out as the water swept away
dirt and pebbles and stones which smashed and broke
and her sides were laid bare with the rivers flow

but deep in the earth a rumble awoke from depths
unknown creaking and groaning and she rose up majestically
a few millimeters upwards into the storm clouds

and she broke above them and could see far and wide
the beautiful shapes cut into her faces and she saw
a new day was born

-comments welcome
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From: randolph@est.enet.dec.com (Tom Randolph)
Newsgroups: alt.prose,alt.religion.kibology,alt.sex.stories,alt.alien.visitors,comp.os.coherent
Subject: Re: Story about Kibo
Date: 18 Aug 92 19:38:07 GMT
Organization: Digital Equipment Corporation


In article <1992Aug18.032627.28304@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>, csquared@coos.dartmouth.edu (C Squared) writes...
>1) How should Kibo's name be pronounced?
    b) Who the fuck cares?
>2) Why wasn't there any sex in the story?
    b) Who the fuck cares?
>3) Does Kibo exist?
       Who the fuck cares?
OK, I give up, why is this in alt.alien.visitors?
-Tom R.   randolph@est.enet.dec.com
Newsgroups: alt.prose
From: larryw@lclark.edu (Larry Westdahl)
Subject: Re: The Big Chill (new story)
Organization: Lewis & Clark College, Portland OR
Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1992 05:35:38 GMT


Interesting story, but PLEASE change the title.  How can we read the 
story without thinking of Glenn Close and Kevin Kline?  I knew someone
once who titled their story Graceland, and you guessed it. . .

- Lawrence


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From: troeger@sequoia.tti.com (Jeff Troeger)
Newsgroups: alt.prose,alt.religion.kibology,alt.sex.stories,alt.alien.visitors,comp.os.coherent
Subject: Re: Story about Kibo
Date: 20 Aug 92 14:09:53 GMT
Organization: Transaction Technology Inc.

In article <1992Aug18.164648.1341@ryn.mro4.dec.com> randolph@est.enet.dec.com (Tom Randolph) writes:
>
>In article <1992Aug18.032627.28304@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>, csquared@coos.dartmouth.edu (C Squared) writes...
>>1) How should Kibo's name be pronounced?
>    b) Who the fuck cares?
>>2) Why wasn't there any sex in the story?
>    b) Who the fuck cares?
>>3) Does Kibo exist?
>       Who the fuck cares?
>OK, I give up, why is this in alt.alien.visitors?
>-Tom R.   randolph@est.enet.dec.com
Who the fuck cares?


Jeff Troeger - Senior Member of the Technical Staff
Transaction Technology Inc. - A subsidary of Citicorp
3100 Ocean Park Bl. Santa Monica, Ca. 90405 (213) 450-9111 x3153
Newsgroups: alt.prose
Subject: Edward the Baffled
From: heath_m@kosmos.wcc.govt.nz
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 1992 02:51:40 GMT
Organization: Welligton City Council, Public Access.

Errr... I'm new at this. What am I supposed to put up here?
 
Uh... how about: comments welcome (that one seems to be popular).
             or  e-mail me, I don't actually bother reading this group.
 
Well, okay. The second one wasn't such a good idea. So forget I said it.
 
Anyway...
 
                   The Tale of Edward the Baffled.
 
 
Edward had always considered himself to be a normal person. He was wrong. 
In fact, he would have almost been less wrong if he had thought, "The world 
is purple, and people are small furry kittens." 
 
This wasn't because Edward was stupid; he just had a way of looking at 
things that some considered odd. For instance: where most people would see 
a flying carpet, Edward would see an item of floor adornment, modified to 
act as a method of air transport (by some inexplicable method), which 
allowed it to ignore several physical laws. The fact that 'some 
inexplicable method' was, to others, simply magic, and that the 'physical 
laws' it was ignoring had been thought up by Edward himself, never occured 
to him.
 
Because of this, Edward went through life in a state of almost constant 
confusion, always trying to explain to himself things which needed no 
explaining to others.
 
In hero school, he had failed at everything except Martial Arts (which he 
saw as simple applied physics... and as he had invented physics, it seemed 
fair that he was exceptionally good at the application of them). He had 
found swordplay too messy and the swords too heavy; thievery contemptible; 
and magic, well... that was completely beyond him. So it was that he had 
graduated with an distinction honors pass in all the major martial arts.
 
And so it was that he now found himself completely at a loss as to how he 
could possibly be hanging, with no visible means of support, in mid-air 
above a lake.
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(_/____)___)(__ /(_/ \_)(_/ it is fully copyrighted all the same. 8-)
From: klm@gozer.mv.com (Kevin L. McBride)
Newsgroups: alt.prose,alt.religion.kibology,alt.sex.stories,alt.alien.visitors
Subject: Re: Story about Kibo
Date: 19 Aug 92 20:19:57 GMT
Organization: GhostBuster Central - Southern NH Usenet Access, Nashua, NH

randolph@est.enet.dec.com (Tom Randolph) writes:

> In article <1992Aug18.032627.28304@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>, csquared@coos.dartmouth.edu (C Squared) writes...
> >1) How should Kibo's name be pronounced?
>     b) Who the fuck cares?
> >2) Why wasn't there any sex in the story?
>     b) Who the fuck cares?
> >3) Does Kibo exist?
>        Who the fuck cares?

> OK, I give up, why is this in alt.alien.visitors?

Who the fuck cares?

> -Tom R.   randolph@est.enet.dec.com
Newsgroups: alt.prose
From: megazone@wpi.WPI.EDU (MEGAZONE 23)
Subject: Ghosts
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
Date: Sat, 15 Aug 1992 22:17:53 GMT

Flipping through the pages
Searching for an image from the past
A photograph
Finding it I gaze upon the likeness and remember
Remember how cruel he was
How he used others
The prejudices he carried
The hatred
I recall how cold he could be
Claculating
Plotting
Manipulative
More machine than human
Oh, but how he could act
He fooled them all
They believed they knew him
Thought he was sweet and kind
Innocent
Helpful
Yes, he fooled them all
Except one
He was never good enough to fool me
I knew what he was really like
Knew the depths of his darkness
The extent of his evil
And yet, for so long, I did nothing to stop him
I can never forgive my inaction
Closing the old yearbook I realize 
Realize I still feel hate
Hate for what I once was

megazone, visiting the past, 8/15/92
From: eperkio@cc.helsinki.fi
Newsgroups: alt.prose.d
Subject: Re: Speaking in a vacuum
Date: 23 Aug 92 14:43:22 GMT
Organization: University of Helsinki

In article <18AUG92.18078012.0013@lafibm.lafayette.edu>, DL20@lafibm.lafayette.edu (DL20) writes:
> [...]
>      Has anyone out there ever written or read a story in which there
> is only one character at all?  Was the story a success?  I'm curious to
> know if I'm the only one who has trouble doing this.

I once wrote a story of a terraformer machine returning to Earth after
seeding a distant solar-system, only to find it empty with all mammals
wiped out by a virus.  The story was of its development from an automaton
into a sentient being, and finally of its decision to correct a perceived
wrongess;  With a childlike persistency, it started to rebuild Earth, seek
a way to make animals recreated from DNA-libraries immune, and ultimately
to resurrect the race that had created it.
 
Whereas some friends of mine claimed they liked the story, I found it too
simple and straightforward, and put it back to the dim recesses of my
hard disk to wait for extensive rewriting in order to concentrate on
the developing personality with more detail.  I liked the basic idea, but 
in its present form, it's in my opinion one of the worst pieces I've ever 
written. (Some consolation, hm? :))
 
Of stories by other people, 'Judgement Day' by L. Sprague de Camp pops
into mind.  It tells of the bitter reminescences of a scientist wondering
whether or not publish results that might lead to an untimely end of
the world.  Other characters are present, but if I recall correctly, only
as memories.  _I_ liked the story.
 
Good luck with your endeavor.
 
 
--
Esa Perki|               "I should honor you?  Why?"
eperkio@cc.helsinki.fi      - Prometheus to Zeus according to Goethe
IRCer Shade
From: sho@gibbs.physics.purdue.edu (Sho Kuwamoto)
Newsgroups: alt.prose.d
Subject: Re: Speaking in a vacuum
Date: 18 Aug 92 22:55:53 GMT
Organization: Purdue University Physics Department

In article <18AUG92.18078012.0013@lafibm.lafayette.edu> DL20@lafibm.lafayette.edu (DL20) writes:
>Have you ever tried to write a story in which there is only one
>character, all by herself?  I've been working on such a story and am
>finding it more difficult than I have ever imagined to give the story
>any grip.  [...]
>     Has anyone out there ever written or read a story in which there
>is only one character at all?

Hope you're not planning on making a novel out of it...

Is it told in the first person?  When you say there are no
other characters, do you mean that (1) no other characters
appear in the scenes, or that (2) no other characters are
mentioned, period.

  1) I grabbed the rock and thought of Marta.
  2) I grabbed the rock.

I remember reading several short stories of type (1)
(chances are good that you'll find one in either _T Zero_ by
Calvino or _Ficciones_ by Borges).  Can't recall if I've
ever read one of type (2).  You might also find inspiration
from _Jealousy_ by Robbe-Grillet, although it doesn't exactly
fit your criterion.

-Sho
From: jpg@bnr.co.uk (Jonathan P. Gibbons)
Newsgroups: alt.prose.d
Subject: A challenge, nay gauntlet...
Date: 12 Aug 92 15:06:44 GMT
Distribution: alt
Organization: BNR Europe Ltd, London Rd, Harlow, Essex, CM19 9NA, U.K.


Someone recently asked me where my .sig quote came from and I admitted it is
made up by my not so fair self.  The challenge is made to you .prosers to
write prose or poetry that ends in the line
'with fearsome eyes and fiery breath the dragon burnt the girl to death'
and it should be called 'Too late Saint George'.  Of course you can all 
ignore me, but if you take it up why not post the results to prose.d...



Here is my quickly made up and not too fine entry number one.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Too Late Saint George!

The brave Sir knight rode hard and fast
the crowds parted to let him past
Beyond the village, a lone mud track
Riding to fetch the fair lady back

His steeds coat gleamed in the moons light
The thunderous hooves breaking into the night
What chivalrous man with mighty lance
could possibly pass such a saintly chance

A distant scream spurred him on
towards the fabled, fearsome demon
One last rise and what a sight
the beautiful damsel faced the demons might

But no, alas, mere moments late
the girl met her monstrous fate
for with fearsome eyes and fiery breath
the dragon burnt the girl to death


Jonathan
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  With fearsome eyes and fiery breath the dragon burnt the girl to death
                    -- from "Too Late Saint George"
Newsgroups: alt.prose.d
From: larryw@lclark.edu (Larry Westdahl)
Subject: Re: Speaking in a vacuum
Organization: Lewis & Clark College, Portland OR
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 1992 23:39:17 GMT

In article <18AUG92.18078012.0013@lafibm.lafayette.edu> DL20@lafibm.lafayette.edu (DL20) writes:
>Have you ever tried to write a story in which there is only one
>character, all by herself?  I've been working on such a story and am
>finding it more difficult than I have ever imagined to give the story
>any grip.  Stories are interesting because of some central conflict,
>and it's bugger-all difficult to have a conflict with only one
>character (unless she's schizo or something, and this one isn't).
>     Has anyone out there ever written or read a story in which there
>is only one character at all?  Was the story a success?  I'm curious to
>know if I'm the only one who has trouble doing this.

Writing stories with one character is not easy, but it can be done.  What
you have to remember with these stories is that the conflict does not have 
to come from another character.  Your protagonist could be up against 
nature, love, alcohol. . . The challenge is drawing this conflict as  
the second "character."  I don't know what your story is about, so I
can't get specific, but if you think about it in these terms, it might
make it a little easier.  Most single character stories are, by their
nature, a little unusual, and that's why you don't see a lot of 
them.  They're also hard to write.  That's why I haven't tried, but I
commend you for giving it a shot.  Good question.

- Lawrence


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Writer, Musician,      |CHRISTINE for VP         |  kindness and lies are
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