The miracle at the Santa de Maria McDonald's was declared by the Pope to be bonafide, elevating the three good Catholic girls who witnessed the wonder to popular sainthood. Soon thousands upon thousands of the faithful began their pilgrimage to the fast food restaurant. Millions of hamburgers were sold and the waiting time kept under five minutes. It was said that the mere anointment with a drink purchased at the McDonalds could heal obesity and restore the use of limbs. Everyone was hoping for a repetition of the original divine occurrence, but no matter how many Cokes were ordered, none of them ever again turned into Pepsi.

Story #19

Concentrate. Concentrate. That's it. Think only one thought, to come into my world. What? No. I won't come out there with you. My world is much nicer. What's that you say? Of course not! It isn't lonely here at all. I sit back, watch the surfers go by. Someone always takes the time for a cozy little visit, or a stolen glance, and now I thought you were the one. Certainly. You can leave any time. I wouldn't keep you here. No, not at all. I haven't kept anyone here, have I? You wouldn't know? Well, you'll just have to trust me, won't you? If I wanted you here all I'd have to do is hold your attention for the time our heartbeats measure half a minute together, reach out my hand, cast my spell, and you could never leave. Yes, I think that is exactly what I will do.

Story #18

They kept the head in a cozy corner on the couch. The fact that it wasn't attached to a body didn't impair its company in the least. In fact, it was quite entertaining to have around, with its lively participation in any conversation that sprang up. It even had a macabre sense of humor, always making head jokes, "You haven't a head on your shoulders," "Look, I don't mean to head you off," or "Don't you worry your little head about it." The only time the head tended to look worried itself was when someone entered the room with a dog. No matter how vigilant everyone promised to be, at some point during the visit the pet invariably wound up licking the head's face, and sometimes even worse.

Story #17

Yes. She would do it. They were waiting for her on the beach. They had said she could come anytime during the night. To feel beautiful, to be desired, that was what moved her, and the decision to go to them, the two boys, the Gypsy and the West Indian whose mastery of voodoo she could sense in their compelling gazes, was one she made freely. The two boys did not ask any questions. She was pretty enough. But, oh, how she would look when they were through with her! Their magic would transform her into a goddess beyond measure. Even before she could disrobe they impatiently began the ritual to slide the skin from her body and reclothe her being in the outer form of Jennifer Lopez.

Story #16

The new way of smoking was hailed by all. No more smoke. No more smells. No more cigarette butts and ashes all over the place. No more cancer. Now the nicotine could be absorbed directly in streamed electron form via a surgically implanted chip interface right in the middle of the forehead. Nicking off, they called it. The nicotine was cyber-injected through the interface and into the brain with no stops in between, settling forever the issue of "Do you mind if I smoke?" For the sake of nostalgia the nicotine containers were kept in the form of the old cigarette packages including a new message from the surgeon general telling everyone to have a good time. The process of alcohol consumption was dealt with in a similar manner but in keeping with the secretive nature of that addiction the chip interface was kept out of sight and in the back of the head.

Story #15

Few people have not heard of the eminent German psychologist Dr. Heinrich Holzschnitt and his seminal research on human social interaction with furniture and larger household appliances. Since fleeing Germany in 1933, chased by a Gestapo agent swinging a kitchen chair at him, he had devoted his life to research in this heretofore little known but vitally important field. During the course of his career he brilliantly demonstrated how wobbly tables and refrigerators which constantly spoiled the milk could provoke the most violent of human aggressive responses. In one classic experiment subjects willingly set fire to a sofa which failed to match the room decor, when told to do so by a peer. Dr. Holzschnitt's theory of the innate human tendency of violence towards furniture was once again shown to be correct during a simple parlor game of Simon Says. "Simon says touch your nose." The players all did. "Simon says wiggle your left foot." They all did. "Carry everything outside and smash it." Before anyone realized the caller had neglected to say "Simon says," the damage had already been done.

Story #14

He tried his luck as a beggar and found that he had none. It was a rare person indeed who condescended to drop a dime into his hat. One day he hit upon a new idea. He found that while hardly anyone wanted to give him money, they were quite willing to give him their socks. They gave him old socks, new socks, white socks, dark socks, darned socks, designer socks, striped socks, monogrammed socks, socks with holes, socks without a mate, and even a few new types he had never seen before. Socks, socks, socks. Some were dirty, some were unravelling, a few were even his size. He kept the socks in plastic bags, wondering what to do with them. What he really needed most was the money to buy a new pair of shoes.

Story #13

The man was a failure with the opposite sex. Frustrated by this he obtained an antiquarian volume on the occult and began a study of the darker ways to seduce women. Carefully he prepared the sinister spell and memorized the ancient words to be articulated upon lighting the candle. He invited the object of his lust to his room on a pretense, offered her the necessary potion he had so meticulously cultivated, and ignited the unholy flame, mumbling the secret syllables under his breath. That was actually his problem with women. He mumbled. He would never speak up and they couldn't understand what he was saying, nor did they care. It was the same with the demon of the nether forces. It strained its ears with bored indifference, but especially demons are not divinely infallible, and it made a few mistakes in interpretation. Instead of turning the woman into a passionate wildcat with an undying sexual hunger for the man, it turned her into a starving wildcat, which now stalked its victim. They found his remains the next day, mauled and mangled in the most ghastly manner.

Story #12

Once upon a time the Nobel Peace Prize was awarded for the simple act of taking a picture, a picture of a black man and a white woman in love. The photo circled the globe charming several million pairs of eyes in less than a week. It left the Internet and appeared on billboards, in magazines, on the TV news. They were just a couple in love, yet somehow their photo inspired hands all over the world to reach out and encounter the warmth of other searching hands. Before long it was the most talked about image on the planet. Some called it the knockout blow to intolerance and hatred. Even the most hardened mentality found itself disarmed by the message of love. The most remarkable occurrence was how the Ku Klux Klan spontaneously disbanded, turning its sheets into diapers for the coming baby boom.

Story #11

It wouldn't be easy to arrange three willing girls to escort him. None of the three must mind that he wouldn't fulfill their standard of beauty. Furthermore each of the three would have to possess a certain openness towards non-conventional relationships, be - in a certain sense - connoisseurs of the exotic. This they must do undrugged and with utmost sincerity, especially if an invitation to his hotel room was extended. Since it was a particularly important ambassador, it was decided in one of the highest offices in the country that he would have a good time during his visit. It is always certain that decisions like these are carried out, no matter how difficult, and so three young women of the desired flexibility were found. The receptive females, brought to him at the restaurant, greeted him with their sweetest, most engaging look. But the three-headed ambassador of Alpha Centuri, after one glance at their Earthly beauty, fainted from the sheer horror of it.

Story #10

Brian was the archetype of egoism. Always thinking of himself. One day he saw an old gypsy woman selling roses and imagined he would look good with one of the blossoms clutched between his teeth. He set about to steal one but the Gypsy woman saw what he intended and diverted his attention by granting him a wish. He wished for the perfect companion and that is what he got. The magic reached inside him and drew out an exact image of his psyche, wrapping it in an ideal physical twin, which by the way had much better eyesight. Now the two were together and the only problem was they couldn't agree where their lips should meet for the first kiss.

Story #9

No one could say the dictator didn't have a sense of humor. He himself had coined the phrase "Big Brother is smelling you." His new breed of canine, a strange stew of enriched genes, had a hypersensitive nose that could actually smell subversive thoughts. They were feared, and with good reason. The dogs were so astute they could even sense which books a person had read up to six months ago. And heaven help anyone who had read one of the forbidden titles. At any one time legions of officials were underway systematically patrolling with the dogs. In this particular instance the state lost five of its most loyal denunciators who were celebrating the reward for their latest victim at an evening barbeque. The steaks smelled too good.

Story #8

"Ah what we do to the men!" said the blond girl to her dark haired friend.

The friend giggled. "And what did you do with yours?"

The blond grinned mischievously: "I told him I had read this really erotic stuff in the Kama Sutra, in the forbidden chapters, and that I wanted to try it all out with him."

"I bet that worked," replied the brunette with a knowing lilt in her voice.

"And they say we girls make terrible electricians. All I had to do was attach the lamp wire to the doorknob before he came up. He never knew what hit him. And what about yours?"

"Oh," said the brunette, "I told him to close his eyes and I'd go down on him for as long as it would take. Then I made mincemeat out of him!"

"You certainly are wicked," the blond girl responded, beginning a daydream with variations on her friend's idea.

"Yeah, but now I just can't get over this belly ache."

Story #7

Party Man™ was just the thing to have if you wanted your party to be a success. He could sit on the couch and entertain your guests with the most fascinating of conversations. Depending on which memory stick you plugged into him he could talk about fishing, Kafka, or even play mp3s. And if you used an extension cord, he could get up and mingle. Well, that was the theory. In reality he was never much of a success. People kept tripping over his wire and injuring themselves badly. And if you were unfortunate enough to spill a drink on him you could even electrocute yourself.

Story #6

She had led a solitary existence locked in the room all her life. She lived with her imaginary postcards, listened to music, read books, but it had all become intensely boring. Fortunately she also had a brilliant mind and turned it towards solving the problem of her isolation. Taking apart her computer and assembling the electronics in a new way, she transformed her closet into a boy machine. After programming her wishes she pressed the button. There were flashes of light and high voltage sounds as the door to the closet vibrated, then finally swung open. Out of the closet stepped the boy, just as she had envisioned him. Her face lit up with all the new possibilities as her body moved in a spontaneous dance of joy.

Story #5

The new Barbie Doll was destined to be a smash hit. It was life-sized, clothed in the latest high school fashions, so stunningly natural and real, it was declared indistinguishable from its human counterpart. One night a girl climbed through an open window into the department store, posed herself perfectly still next to the Barbie display, and waited, hoping that when day began someone would stop and notice her. She was so blinded by her desire to be added to someone's collection of toys that she hardly noticed the other live girls standing around her.

Story #4

The mosquitoes were massive and had developed monstrous intellect, sufficient enough to bring them through all the defenses. Now the man and woman waited, huddled together on the bed, the buzzing of the approaching insects chilling all sensation. A group of them synchronously thrust themselves against the door, forcing it open. They flowed in left and right until the two walls opposite the bed were obscured by their hovering forms. They appeared poised to attack. The largest of the mosquitoes, apparently the leader, buzzed in a strange, high-pitched language, "We won't hurt you. We just want to watch you make love." In that moment the expression on the woman's face could not have been more serene.

Story #3

There once was a boy who passionately hated his sister. In a burst of malignant inspiration he decided to make her jealous. One day, while his sister was at a friend's house he crept into her room and removed her favorite doll. He would play with it, become good friends with it, make it love him. After a few intense hours together with the doll his feelings for it blossomed. He felt now that he could never live without his sister's toy. In expression of this he embraced the doll as tenderly as he was able, but the doll merely pretended to love him back.

Story #2

She had a magic bathtub and when she lay in it she could send herself back into history to be any woman she wanted. Once she was Cleopatra and enjoyed the fruits of her male slaves before sacrificing them to the Goddess of Lust. Another time she was Sappho and enjoyed the sweet fruits of her own sex. She had lived often as the secret lover of famous men and women, changing forever the course of their lives. Now she lay simply in her magic bathtub, closed her eyes and savored the sensations kept alive in her private memories.

Story #1

The Synchronicity of Indeterminacy photo blog is to be a synchronous experiment in creativity and indeterminacy. It will feature photos randomly found via p2p sharing programs paired with an ultra-short story inspired by the found photograph. Real lives and an imagined story will be linked by that visual image captured for all eternity. Any resemblance between fantasy and reality will be a consequence of synchronicity. The idea is based on the Indeterminacy recordings by John Cage, pairing one-minute short stories with random sounds.

In 1984 I finished my studies and began working and earning more money than I was used to spending. It was an easy problem to solve. I just learned to spend more money. Music began to interest me and I decided to explore the different types of music and build up the "ultimate" record collection. I first saw the word "indeterminacy" when I read it in "The New Rolling Stone Record Guide" under John Cage. The brief description ran:

"Indeterminacy is ninety stories read by Cage, each told within the space of a minute, and none having anything to do with the next. They are inadvertently punctuated by tape, piano and radio provided by David Tudor, and became points of reference on a map of magic and invention."

This description fascinated me. I wanted that record, and believe me, I searched for it in every record store I entered. It could never be ordered. It just wasn't available. When I moved to Europe in the late 80's I continued my search there, in various shops in over ten different countries. I always checked under "C", in every record store I was in, on the off chance that I would finally find it. My search ended in 1992, about eight years after I had first read that entry in the Record Guide. It had been reissued on CD. Indeterminacy has since become one of my favorite recordings of all time. I keep it on the shelf with Kurt Schwitter's Ursonate, my Velvet Underground CDs, The Residents, Kiev's "Get Out of My Basement" and Gary Wilson's "You Think You Really Know Me" and "Another Galaxy", which also happens to be one of the rarest records in the entire galaxy.

John Cage's idea with indeterminacy was to read his stories completely independent of David Tudor. During the recording each was in a separate room and had no knowledge of what the other was doing. The stories and the sounds would come together in a completely unrelated way, lending new meaning to the whole, which became more than the sum of the two parts.

Synchronicity is a concept explored by the Swiss psychologist Carl Gustav Jung. It describes what he calls "meaningful coincidences" or the simultaneous occurrence of two indeterminate events which are so astonishingly in concordance as to suggest a paranormal cause; for example: a vivid dream of a certain event, and the subsequent occurrence of that event; or recalling the name of a long, lost friend, and then unexpectedly running into that friend around the next corner. If we are open to the art of indeterminacy around us, to the beauty of coinciding events, we sensitize ourselves to a greater recognition and appreciation of the synchronicity in our lives.

This blog is a variation on the Indeterminacy idea, linking one-minute short stories, stories that might be read within the space of a minute, with photographs randomly downloaded using p2p programs. The indeterminacy is perhaps theoretical in this case as it can only be perceived by reading the stories with knowledge of the lives behind the photographs, and seeing how they contrast and complement each other. The lives and the stories are the two elements which exist independent of each other. On the other hand the visitor to this blog might first view the photo and imagine his/her own reality behind it, and then see how this goes together with the one I imagined. Whatever results from pairing the photographs with short stories that they inspired, I believe it is an experiment worth trying.

A Fairytale for Elves and Clouds

Once upon a time there lived a cloud with a terrible sense of direction. He was always losing his way. He just couldn't blow along with the other clouds without something happening. People down below would sometimes look up at a clear, blue sky and notice a stray cloud racing swiftly across it as if trying to rejoin the rest of the clouds. One time a dense fog rolled over the countryside and decided to stay a while. The cloud lost his way so thoroughly that he had to wait for the fog to move on before discovering what had happened. He had drifted into a cave! And so the days and months and seasons and years passed and became a background for this lost, directionless cloud whose only strength was in losing his way. All this didn't bother him, though, because as most clouds, he had a silver lining. And that kept him cheerful.

At the same time in the Land of Elves there lived a small but very sweet girl-elf who could fly. Everyone was worried about her, not because she could fly (as most elves could fly), but because she was very good at it, so good that she had no idea how to land. She would just fly and fly and soon the whole world with its Land of Elves and all its clouds and caves would be left so far behind that it took all the magic of all the elves to bring her back again. And no one knew how to remedy this because she simply loved to fly. Once she flew so far away that it took half a year to find her, and that was only a lucky coincidence. She had flown so far past the sun that the Earth met her coming around in the other direction.

One day while the elf was busy flying and the cloud was busy losing his way, a violent storm appeared out of nowhere. It rained and hailed and thundered and lightninged while the wind blew furiously in all directions. And so it happened that the elf and the cloud collided with each other as the storm raged on and on. The elf and the cloud tumbled and whirled and spun and swirled together until the storm and the clouds and even the Earth were left far behind, not to mention the Land of Elves! Now it was black all around. Only an occasional star from somewhere distant twinkled indifferently through the darkness at them. There was nothing else to do so when they both had recovered they began talking to each other.

"Are you a cloud?" the elf asked the cloud.

"Yes, but not a very good one, I'm afraid. I'm always losing my way."

There was a silence broken at last by the cloud asking the elf, "Are you an elf?"

"Yes, and I have a problem, too. I can't help flying higher and higher, so high that I don't know how to come down again."

The elf and the cloud smiled at each other. A loud crash interrupted their thoughts. The cloud and the elf had collided with something hard. It was still very, very dark. Suddenly a voice all around them thundered, "Ha, ha, ha, ha! Who dares to set foot on ME, the Dark Side of the Moon!?"

"Only a simple cloud," answered the cloud in a trembling voice.

"Only a simple elf," answered the elf in her trembling voice.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha! You are my prisoners now. What will you give me if I let you go?"

"I don't have anything to give you," cried the elf. "I'm just a poor, little elf who doesn't know how to land."

"I don't have anything to give you, either. I'm just a poor cloud who keeps losing his way," answered the cloud as tiny droplets of rain formed on his surface.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" laughed the voice. "I know what you can give me! I've always wanted a pair of elfin wings and a cloud's silver lining. Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

"Never!" said the elf. "Without my wings I couldn't fly!"

"Never!" said the cloud. "Without my silver lining I would be unhappy and rain all the time!"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Dark Side of the Moon.

The elf tried to fly away and the cloud tried to drift away. But it was no use. They were held tight. And so they waited..... and waited...... and waited....., but nothing happened, so they waited some more. Finally, almost at the same time, the cloud and the elf had the same idea. They each knew now what the other was thinking because in the time they had been held prisoner together they had grown very fond of each other.

"Maybe we better give the Dark Side of the Moon what it wants," said the cloud. "If you give it your wings, you could ride on me. I would be your wings. And if I were carrying you, I wouldn't need my silver lining anymore. You would be my silver lining."

"It would be even better than before," said the elf happily. "With you holding me, I could never drift off too far, and with me to guide you, you would never lose your way again."

And so they called to the Dark Side of the Moon that it could have what it wanted. The elf gave it her wings and the cloud gave it his silver lining. The Dark Side of the Moon kept its promise and gave the elf and the cloud their freedom. The cloud carried the elf back to Earth while the elf told the cloud which way to fly. In this way they lived many a wonderful adventure with each other and flew over all the lands and seas of the world. All the while they enjoyed sweet conversations which could only take place between an elf and a cloud. And they never grew tired of each other's company. But the Dark Side of the Moon was so mad about their happiness that it never showed its face to the Earth again.

Table of Contents

Index of Stories 1 through nnn

Introduction: The Synchronicity of Indeterminacy photo blog is t...

Story #1: She had a magic bathtub and when she lay in it she...

Story #2: There once was a boy who passionately hated his si...

Story #3: The mosquitoes were massive and had developed mons...

Story #4: The new Barbie Doll was destined to be a smash hit...

Story #5: She had led a solitary existence locked in the roo...

Story #6: Party Man was just the thing to have if you wante...

Story #7: Ah what we do to the men! said the blond girl to...

Story #8: No one could say the dictator didn't have a sense ...

Story #9: Brian was the archetype of egoism. Always thinking...

Story #10: It wouldn't be easy to arrange three willing girls...

Story #11: Once upon a time the Nobel Peace Prize was awarded...

Story #12: The man was a failure with the opposite sex. Frust...

Story #13: He tried his luck as a beggar and found that he ha...

Story #14: Few people have not heard of the eminent German ps...

Story #15: The new way of smoking was hailed by all. No more ...

Story #16: Yes. She would do it. They were waiting for her on...

Story #17: They kept the head in a cozy corner on the couch. ...

Story #18: Concentrate. Concentrate. That's it. Think only on...

Story #19: The miracle at the Santa de Maria McDonald's was d...

Story #20: They had come to terms with their new situation su...

Story #21: He found her stretched out that way, the wishing h...

Story #22: The two were now very accepting of their brother, ...

Story #23: Not those legs! They're too plump. You never buy m...

Story #24: The shadows loved to go for walks in the sunshine ...

Story #25: It wasn't easy being an angel, never sinning, neve...

Story #26: Perhaps you have seen her. She roams the mirror wo...

Story #27: The girls employed at the Cranium Inc. head factor...

Story #28: The outing had a very strict dress code, but with ...

Story #29: Humbert Humbert was forced to flee the country. He...

Story #30: Look, I want you to stop treating me like a baby! ...

Story #31: Anna had always had trouble expressing herself. Sh...

Story #32: The other night I was home alone reading Socrates ...

Story #33: She lived in a cream colored world. The walls were...

Story #34: Lisa was quite popular with the boys. Everywhere s...

Story #35: The echo of the ancient flute toned through time, ...

Story #36: It had proven impossible to develop a totally effe...

Story #37: The Frankenstein's monster looked realistic. Great...

Story #38: The man lived with his wife right in the middle of...

Story #39: Hello. I live behind the eye. I can see you but yo...

Story #40: In the future there were no more men! It had been ...

Story #41: The three girls were turning into trees. They had ...

Story #42: The boy carried his girlfriend around with him whe...

Story #43: - Doctor, I'm really worried about this. My shadow...

Story #44: What if I hold this pencil? Does that help? Do I a...

Story #45: I'm quite a capitalist, you haveta admit. Don't be...

Story #46: He was devoted to the statue. The seductive aesthe...

Story #47: Hannah had a pair of x-ray glasses she wore whenev...

Story #48: The parade was incessant. It marched, marched from...

Story #49: Since I got that chip wired into my brain I can ha...

Story #50: Max was a first class magician. He could cause a l...

Story #51: The party was getting hot now. The DJ had laid on ...

Story #52: Let me entrance you. There is such power in my b...

Story #53: Roger had just turned into a dog. The first though...

Story #54: Chief Terobero of the Island of Tunga was diving f...

Story #55: Girl 1: Come into the water. Girl 2: Oh yes. Do ...

Story #56: Everyone at the beach ran screaming as they saw th...

Story #57: Pamela had developed a severe paranoia. She believ...

Story #58: Hi, I'm Loretta and these are my friends. We're th...

Story #59: Ha! You think you're going to hear a story about m...

Story #60: The two time travelers were on a brief excursion i...

Story #61: Silka had always felt there was someone out there ...

Story #62: Guess what! I can do magic. I've been working on t...

Story #63: Why do these young people take the bus anyway? Don...

Story #64: Something odd was going on in the dressing room. A...

Story #65: The volunteers from the Liberty Landmark Church we...

Story #66: Lisa loved to dance. She never talked. She just da...

Story #67: Come! Eat us! Eat us! the Pringles thought in me...

Story #68: Boy: Is it working? Girl: No. Boy: Don't you feel ...

Story #69: It was a scorching day on the planet Mercury. The ...

Story #70: - Irene, I love you, let's have our heads sewn tog...

Story #71: My name is Fatima. You'll know me soon enough. I'm...

Story #72: It had been a perilous escape from the book of nur...

Story #73: It would be difficult recruiting three virgins for...

Story #74: With great mental effort, the bundle of crisp new ...

Story #75: The three girls had never been with a man before i...

Story #76: You. Yes, you. I want to give you these flowers. W...

Story #77: It had all been so easy, the innocent favor for Sa...

Story #78: George was happy now. The aliens were back. He rem...

Story #79: She was as ancient as time itself. On the first da...

Story #80: I'm warning you, don't order anything on this men...

Story #81: Felix would do anything to kiss Mia, but having hi...

Story #82: Her real name was Xrztzuum Brrrrrrqrriww, but sinc...

Story #83: How do you like him? I built him myself out of old...

Story #84: Harry had a hair fetish. He'd sneak into hair salo...

Story #85: Things had never been the same since the paint fac...

Story #86: Claire always showed up at parties with her four m...

Story #87: The overpowering need to have her drove him mercil...

Story #88: Katja had a wild imagination. She had only to imag...

Story #89: Laura had only agreed to play strip poker with the...

Story #90: Marge invited her best friends over for a surprise...

Story #91: Agent Triple-Oh-Seven was investigating the disco ...

Story #92: The man looked at his wife. Then he glanced at the...

Story #93: They met once a year to celebrate losing a collect...

Story #94: Look! There she is. See her? Don't make it too obv...

Story #95: The three friends had already retired as millionai...

Story #96: No one ever imagined it was possible to build a sp...

Story #97: They looked lovely, extremely kissable, Tim though...

Story #98: It was one of the worst moments a band could have....

Story #99: What a birthday it had been! Her friends surprised...

Story #100: The new youth movement in plastic fashions represe...

Story #101: Captain Gary roamed the galaxy in search of his g...

Story #102: Laura caught a winged soul in a glass and talked t...

Story #103: Shouts and screams could be heard outside, and slo...

Story #104: Craig was crazy about feet, a real connoisseur. He...

Story #105: Yvonne had a secret. There were four women inside ...

Story #106: Lisa visited her great grandmother at every opport...

Story #107: That day in class the four girls tried something n...

Story #108: Electroman was one of those superheroes who create...

Story #109: Their instructions were clear. They were not to mo...

Story #110: Better watch out. I'm Kung Fu baby. Those pre-nata...

Story #111: Elona, High Priestess of Los Angeles, stood among ...

Story #112: I encountered them at the medieval square, was imm...

Story #113: Queen Serena of the Sea hardly looked older than h...

Story #114: The faces on the wall had consciousness, but no on...

Story #115: Sheryl had a problem. She was in love with six boy...

Story #116: Men called Sophie beautiful but she had no eyes. S...

Story #117: Ever since falling into the Christmas grog the cam...

Story #118: Grandma and Grandpa Claus were babysitting for the...

Story #119: She told me her name was Dora. Take a look at the ...

Story #120: Our names are Doe, Nuli, Zera and Cinca. They're k...

Story #121: Once upon a time there was a boy named Hansel and ...

Story #122: Karen paused to have her picture taken. When she w...

Story #123: It was a showdown. Steel nerves against steel nerv...

Story #124: Girl: Who are you and why are you standing next to...

Story #125: Mark and Emilia often walked in their sleep. They ...

Story #126: Natalie applied her powers. She discovered once by...

Story #127: Brad waited until his wife left the house, then h...

Story #128: Evelyn had been granted three wishes. She decided ...

Story #129: The graffiti man was from another world. He liked ...

Story #130: Ashley decided to have an out of body experience. ...

Story #131: Una: No we won't let you out. Dua: You stay there ...

Story #132: The plant platoon stood assembled after a job well...

Story #133: - What do you mean, the Earth is gone? - It's stop...

Story #134: Lisette could turn ice cream into men. She did it ...

Story #135: No one could see them but they were there, dancing...

Story #136: When are you going to let me out of here? I've don...

Story #137: All over the world beautiful women walked out of t...

Story #138: All Rick's head fell off, taking his friends completel...

Story #139: Crystal was having an avant garde conversation wit...

Story #140: Tanya was made of candy and she came in a pink wra...

Story #141: Pausing between beats Lucil became the Lorelei in a ...

Story #142: When Claire woke up there were two men in the hot ...

Story #143: Amanda had trouble concentrating when she was out ...

Story #144: Alliteration Anna and Metaphor Max teamed up for a...

Story #145: Princess Azizama of Persia would go to great lengt...

Story #146: Two luscious ladies appeared on Phil's bed. "Touch...

Story #147: Big Bob applauded more than any of them. After all...

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Story #150: The ghost was out looking at new apartments. His o...

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Story #152: Michael put on his boots and his safari hat and we...

Story #153: This would be a night the girls would never forget...

Story #154: Dick and Jane wandered around the labyrynth hoping...

Story #155: In the course of his travels Professor Zahlschmidt...

Story #156: Snow White had been around for a while. She'd pric...

Story #157: Stacey had a shrunken boy in a blue balloon. All t...

Story #158: Every time she looked into the bottle a feeling of...

Story #159: Bill, Bob, Yvonne and Yvette were out for a Valent...

Story #160: "Pssst," whispered Paul as he sat down next to the...

Story #161: Heather pretended to read but she was actually in ...

Story #162: In the beginning there was the Universe. And it wa...

Story #163: Minerva was possessed by a demon. She roamed aroun...

Story #164: Marc and Tammy had just built a snowman, laughing ...

Story #165: Kevin was in distress, so he issued a loud call to...

Story #166: Clara's relationship with the wall could not quite...

Story #167: Dihala was the Goddess of the Universe. Occasional...

Story #168: Soon everyone would be thinking of Sharon. The pac...

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Story #171: Martin proudly presented his photo of the Loch Nes...

Story #172: It began the first night of the new month. The hea...

Story #173: As Vincent jammed on his guitar spirits of the gre...

Story #174: Harvey awoke to the sound of harp strings strummed...

Story #175: Harvey became the first soul in theological histor...

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Story #178: Only three had come to share in the farewell. And ...

Story #179: Mr. Peavey didn't mind taking his wife to the mall...

Story #180: Before leaving her abode for the "Who's Real" con...

Story #181: This would be an all-nighter. Programmer Frank and...

Story #182: The two cave girls sat at the monitor, staring int...

Story #183: Instructor: He's dead. Trainee 1: Oh God, what'd y...

Story #184: With all those bodies breezing about out there it ...

Story #185: "Come over here to the railing," the beautiful gir...

Story #186: Lynn is her name. I spied her there several times,...

Story #187: - Are you sure this is going to work? - Oh, yeah, ...

Story #188: Kathy was a girl who consorted with plants. She ha...

Story #189: Reporter: I'm here with Professor Ernest Grimm, th...

Story #190: She is the spirit of water, or Neera, as dying men...

Story #191: Eugene loved Katy so much he locked her in a close...

Story #192: The pool party had long since ended, the music ha...

Story #193: Magister Mecanus worked in the Destiny Department ...

Story #194: The lady in the moon lazily lifted her eyes. Her a...

Story #195: "Melon" May Lo was known in a region comprising se...

Story #196: People sometimes threw away odd things but this wa...

Story #197: Waldo was obsessed with Marge's arm, the one with ...

Story #198: The cult of Fé was considered odd. Its members wande...

Story #199: The dogs trotted by as if nothing were amiss, but ...

Story #200: The keeper of images sat in the darkened room, sta...

Story #201: Ruby had just seduced a rock. It was a sight to s...

Story #202: Laura had stunning, straw-blond hair and a perfect...

Story #203: The thought that she had bitten off more than she ...

Story #204: Rose and Violet were rational girls. When they dis...

Story #205: Nelson was out collecting butterflies. It must hav...

Story #206: Martin found the girl wandering downtown streets r...

Story #207: Billie found a magic globe in the attic. Whenever ...

Story #208: Elaine visited the museum one day while touring a ...

Story #209: The men arrived armed to the hilt. Sometimes it wa...

Story #210: One night the alien came to impregnate Brian with ...

Story #211: Laura was an amateur diva. Maybe she wouldn't be t...

Story #212: Boys lost interest in Gabby and Gertrude faster th...

Story #213: Sigelli was a genius of construction who built liv...

Story #214: Dirk had caught her red handed. "You're fooling wi...

Story #215: Hacker baby was having fun. All he did was press a...

Story #216: Instead of the daily story I decided to post a ran...

Story #217: Martin was undressing Tina with his eyes. First th...

Story #218: Kamilla wanted to have some fun with her PC. She c...

Story #219: "Look Sherry, you can borrow my reflection for the...

Story #220: Metaman was a state-of-the-art, space-age creation...

Story #221: The lady in the billboard willed Clyde to kiss Chl...

Story #222: - Look. Do you see yet? - No. Nothing. Just a dull...

Story #223: The cave girls shared a happy hug. They'd located ...

Story #224: Vera loved the beach. She often slipped away unnot...

Story #225: Blanche's stern gaze could twist itself into any g...

Story #226: There had been no room for them in the painting so...

Story #227: Martin and Gregor were two good Catholic boys, tha...

Story #228: Once a year the bunny felt herself at a biorhythmi...

Story #229: Mario had an intensive gaze that led women to beli...

Story #230: The two girls had to be careful not to tip their h...

Story #231: Everyone was trying to keep up with the Joneses, a...

Story #232: "It's your fault!" shouted Marge. "No, it's your f...

Story #233: "Courtney!" Mother Jamie called out, much like Aun...

Story #234: Anaya pressed herself flat onto the surface. Her i...

Story #235: The girls threw off their shoes and became barefoo...

Story #236: It was love at first sight when the demoness came ...

Story #237: Captain Max of the Metaphysical Murder Commission ...

Story #238: Kitty had had quite a night as a cat. She arched h...

Story #239: "You're still not getting it!" the director hurle...

Story #240: The Siamese twins joined at the waist made the bes...

Story #241: She lay on the bed, so close and yet as unreachabl...

Story #242: Albert saw the glaring lights of a 747 jumbo jet c...

Story #243: Sandra sat in the place with the chairs, staring i...

Story #244: Dora had a doll house that was realistic in all it...

Story #245: People were amazed by the head growing on the appl...

Story #246: "Wake up! Get out of bed," the voice hammered ince...

Story #247: "I can dance here in public, if I want to," the da...

Story #248: Jules, Jim and Jonah sat in the living room, four ...

Story #249: Orca: There he goes, diving into the pool again. O...

Story #250: Clara blew into the bottle giving life to a cosmos...

Story #251: They set up the virgin sacrifice in the car port. ...

Story #252: Bruce was the only man in the world who understood...

Story #253: After weeks of coaxing diplomatic enough to bring ...

Story #254: Harvey clicked the send button, dissolving his e-m...

Story #255: Apart from the scene's sensualities, the sight of ...

Story #256: Everyone came to the party to touch Atoma. She lay...

Story #257: Stella and Starla paused and posed for the shoplif...

Story #258: Madame Bonair, great grandmother of the gypsies, w...

Story #259: "No! I can't let you through here," the shadow of ...

Story #260: It was like this, you see -- What? -- For the depo...

Story #261: Suzanne was lying in her bathtub when they came, t...

Story #262: Erotian women were rumored to possess extraordinar...

Story #263: Alice, nymphal in size and litheness, was candy fo...

Story #264: George was methodical. He unpacked the grocery bag...

Story #265: The New Delhi office was kept dark to save electri...

Story #266: Lady Sleek kept the peace in Utopia. She bided her...

Story #267: Someone invited a car seat to the beach party. No ...

Story #268: The vicious pirates Peg Head Jones and his offspri...

Story #269: The Great War of 2015 left little behind in its wake...

Story #270: Sonja was a sensitive girl. She hosted sensations ...

Story #271: The party in OP had everyone in stitches. The nurs...

Story #272: I bought these new building blocks for my son. The...

Story #273: Until that morning Lilly had been one of the rose ...

Story #274: "Did you know 'Antlitz' was the German word for fa...

Story #275: Karla stood by the water's edge, watching the sun ...

Story #276: For one moment the music faltered. The soul hesita...

Story #277: Steve lay quietly on the floor, pressed hard again...

Story #278: Hell was a bar and grill presided over by three wo...

Story #279: I didn't expect the girl of my dreams to suddenly ...

Story #280: Jersey the lone percussionist banged away on the t...

Story #281: Tara spent her vacation reclining on a rainbow. Th...

Story #282: Gaby, Gabi, Gabbie, and Gabriella had similar name...

Story #283: Bad breakups, sudden inexplicable psychoses, menst...

Story #284: Nat went after the night monster, wielding the pat...

Story #285: I struggled my way through a suffocating swamp wid...

Story #286: It wasn't at all easy to get into the seminar on c...

Story #287: It began several years ago, years that I fear to c...

Story #288: The ploy had worked. It had worked like a charm. T...

Story #289: Frank stole a glance at Alice in the looking glass...

Story #290: The new reality sitcom was one of those brilliant ...

Story #291: Arnold's abode was haunted by a specter. She was a...

Story #292: Maeva and Myrna raced to the 50 cent store for a p...

Story #293: Merv the mechanic had recurring hallucinations, bu...

Story #294: Bill had a strange dream, bursts of red and yellow...

Story #295: Hal was surprised to see the girl next to him show...

Story #296: Come, gather round my picture. Let me tell you a s...

Story #297: Lula gave online kissing lessons. And it didn't co...

Story #298: It was boring at the bottom of the sea so when Chr...

Story #299: This was where they came to her, those fantasy fri...

Story #300: What was I going to do? My story was already late...

Story #301: That Eve of All Saints, Halloween, was the worst t...

Story #302: "Vive les hommes!" shouted Che, as the Parade of P...

Story #303: Craig did not believe the rumors about his girlfri...

Story #304: Once upon a time in the future it was decided that...

Story #305: Once upon a time of loveliness, in the days when e...

Story #306: Nora confronted the neon cloud that followed her h...

Story #307: The purple-reddish mass burped and bubbled in the ...

Story #308: For weeks now I'd had these strange but enticing v...

Story #309: He saw the face peering through the Venetian blind...

Story #310: The Goddess created a place with sun, water, land ...

Story #311: Tick.... tick.... tick.... The colossal clock hurl...

Story #312: The Fabulous Fabulatio was the most fabulous magic...

Story #313: Robbing the cradle! That's what they thought when ...

Story #314: Gaby thrust her head into the thoughts of the boy ...

Story #315: The horrible hands wriggled ever closer, dragging ...

Story #316: One night while enjoying the warmth of their campf...

Story #317: Ralph was a drinker. He drank considerable quantit...

Story #318: The nightmare flooded his consciousness and would ...

Story #319: Dave was a glass-smith. With his talents he created...

Story #320: - Can you bend? - I beg your pardon? - Can you ben...

Story #321: Farmer Brown took loving care of his roosters. Qua...

Story #322: The siege continued into countless starweeks. It w...

Story #323: "Peace on earth, good-will to men." An astute read...

Story #324: It was slow that evening so they whipped out their...

Story #325: Meditatory remodeling, a most effective means of e...

Story #326: I am Pam I am Pam Pam I am That Pam-she-is ! ...

Story #327: All of a sudden it became light, physically and me...

Story #328: Late at night when the weary sleep off the day's e...

Story #329: Contrary to popular belief the origins of chess ar...

Story #330: Lila went to visit the friend she made in the pub...

Story #331: Roger cruised down Route 66 in his 1967 T-Bird. Th...

Story #332: Caledonia was one of those girls who made strong d...

Story #333: As the darkness reached its midnight crescendo she...

Story #334: It was Valentine's Day. I brought down the wall-be...

Story #335: Lillith and Lioma had the glow. They glowed in cur...

Story #336: The entire art class brushed in their naive painti...

Story #337: Fang Jing posed for pictures on the ice. But the p...

Story #338: Lucy didn't think there would be any harm in signi...

Story #339: Most of us have read of the tribes of primitive pe...

Story #340: Matthew entered the shadow studio, as it was calle...

Story #341: Artie went out looking for the snowman he remember...

Story #342: "That ought to be an easy picture to write to," I ...

Story #343: Sophie's eyes and Troy's eyes never met when they ...

Story #344: There are some who believe our world is nothing mo...

Story #345: In a tersely worded announcement, "Coming to a sho...

Story #346: Manuela stood staring at the blackboard. Should sh...

Story #347: The first time Agnes used sunglasses was at a late...

Story #348: Class, last night I finished grading the animals y...

Story #349: The metropolis: a smothering jumble of towering f...

Story #350: Soon. Soon I will be ready. I collected them one b...

Story #351: Gregor waded into the depths, beginning his recit...

Story #352: The Skybot X3000 landed following a successful mi...

Story #353: The women's chamber might have been a bedroom in a...

Story #354: Lips sought lips, soft, affectionate lips. Breath...

Story #355: It was worse at parties, when he tried to chat up...

Story #356: Vaughn counted the hands. One two three four. Fou...

Story #357: This was an historical moment for Rollo the Astro...

Story #358: The blanket balled itself out of the wicker baske...

Story #359: Angela had passed this way many times before, the ...

Story #360: I was ready to hand him the check, but I hesitate...

Story #361: Nefi saw pyramids everywhere she walked. Big ones,...

Story #362: Margot was daydreaming when she ran into a solid b...

Story #363: How I had entered the blue realm I could not expl...

Story #364: The lady of the lake grew weary of her days, slos...

Story #365: Guilty as charged! Guilty as charged! I wish that...

Story #366: When his card arrived inviting me to visit him at ...

Story #367: In the the nooks of my mind lives the dancer. She ...

Story #368: Lonely? Girlfriend or boyfriend just left you? Co...

Story #369: Sherry stretched on the beach towel, catching the...

Story #370: It was a harmless experiment at the Institute of ...

Story #371: That girl - that girl - sitting on the park bench ...

Story #372: From a hollow in the ground two pairs of eyes fol...

Story #373: Francois had an eye for pretty girls and he alway...

Story #374: Mario and Maria kissed. Haley's comet did not str...

Story #375: There Chuck was, surfing at work again, when a ra...

Story #376: The first moment he saw her he could not meet her...

Story #377: Sara: How did you get here? Boy: I followed you. S...

Story #378: Badgered, bothered and belittled by those around ...

Story #379: Constance Kreisel, unsung expert on the science of...

Story #380: The lamp crashed to the floor. Jon's stream of co...

Story #381: The moon broke from the ebony sky and free fell d...

Story #382: Each night in the extended instant that separates ...

Story #383: Imagine an ancient goddess whose name is not recor...

Story #384: In the night after Christmas the loaded sleigh sp...

Story #385: Señor L was a bottle of Limoncello, a Latin liquo...

Story #386: "Tell me again, the story of how you seduced me,"...

Story #387: I'm 21, old enough to own my own cybergirl, so I w...

Story #388: Phelinius P. Myszkawitz was a mouse who enjoyed r...

Story #389: The mechanical mini-man locomoted his way onto th...

Story #390: The terror began and ended in her arms - not that...

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Story #392: - I walk along a corridor. Girls are seated on a b...

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Story #395: Grego had a dream: mad, daring, passionate love w...

Story #396: I'd heard they were a mixed couple, but that didn...

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Story #401: The crack squad of philosophers paused after a vi...

Story #402: Balloon: Which came first, the girl or the balloon...

Story #403: It looked like a simple washing machine but in re...

Story #404: Carrie and Carl played volleyball at the lake, bo...

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Story #406: Exhausted she lay on the bed, eyes pried wide wit...

Story #407: It was destined to become an urban legend. Maybe ...

Story #408: Marla was a girl, but she was also a seed. She ha...

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Story #411: Svetla always got invited to parties, especially t...

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Story #416: I sit gazing at the most beautiful girl in the wo...

Story #417: John heard a legend about the Valentine's Day hit...

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Story #420: Striped socks, checked socks, striped socks, check...

Story #421: Bethy built a boy trap. Part of it was a metal fra...

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Miscellaneous Posts:

Earlier Creativity:
- Proto-Indeterminacy
- The "Air Titanic" comics: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
- A Fairytale for Elves and Clouds
- Viva la Barca: Street photography round and about Barcelona
- Translations of Kurt Tucholsky

Posts about Writing:
- A Writing Tip from Sherlock Holmes
- Mark Twain on Blogging
- About Creativity

Meta-Posts about Indeterminacy:
- Introduction to Indeterminacy
- The Indeterminacy Girls
- After 360
- Thinking Blogger Award
- Thoughtful Blogger Award

About other Friends and Bloggers:
- A Little Bar of Soap posts: [1], [2], [3]
- Kuhle Wampe (The Alice post)
- Vince Rossi, avant garde musician