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Fantasy Fictioneer, v. 1, issue 2, January-February 1940
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Ag taking the lead, with Mekka and Dasb, a lion tamer, close behind. Ulf had some difficulty in preventing his chariot from repeatedly crashing into the wall owing to the camber of the sand, but gradually shortened the distance between the leaders and himself. Daab and Mekka, seeing Ulf about to pass them, edged their chariots over towards him, forcing him to the wall. Then, just as disaster seemed imminent, they reached the Eastern Gates. Ulf, applying the brakes, skidded thru them and continued along the inside of the wall, coming out again at the North Gate to take the lead from Ag in the desert dash. Rocking and swaying they swept across the dunes, locked wheel to wheel. Thru the Park gates, slashing their horses and each other in fury--not an inch difference in the lead. Passing the third pyramid in the home stretch. Ulf slipped into top gear, and, swiftly bending over and unlocking their wheels crept ahead to win by a whip-length. The crowd howled their disapproval, but Rut turned his thumbs up and okayed the winner. At the banquet given in his honor that evening, he was given the wives and belongings of the Kheops, as intimated, and afterwards strolled along to inspect his new home. Pausing to have a smoke with the sentry at the West Gates, it being after curfew, they were interupted by a hail from beyond the walls. "Whatho, within?" "Whatho, without, que vadis?" replied the sentry "Without what?" quoted Ulf, true to form. "We are baliff's men from Nuk, down-river." answered one of the group, "we have the necessary slates to appropriate the property of one Kheops, brewer, indicted for lapsed Easy Payments on marble and sand stone furniture and......" (Here the heiroglyphics terminate suddenly, the faintly discernable are the arms of Rut; five vultures rampant on a body quartered. It was discovered later, that the Park eventually became the Royal Cemetary, while Shux was demolished during the making of an artorial road.) THE END CRY IN THE WILDERNESS by Dale Hart "Let there be light!" I cried, to no avail. Passionately I longed for a flame. Louder I queries "Light? Light?"- but my supplications passed unnoticed. Still louder: "Light?" A pall stole over me. "Light?" I screamed again. An immense craving rushed the ramparts of my being. Was I to die for the lack of a favor , courteously but carelessly tendered???-- "Light?" -- Fiercely I stamped upon the cigarette and threw my broken lighter at a group of thoughtless debauchers! (This sketch was inspired by Doc Lowndes' 8th Blank Thot, the one about "gotta match?" ((See Le Zombie 16))
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Ag taking the lead, with Mekka and Dasb, a lion tamer, close behind. Ulf had some difficulty in preventing his chariot from repeatedly crashing into the wall owing to the camber of the sand, but gradually shortened the distance between the leaders and himself. Daab and Mekka, seeing Ulf about to pass them, edged their chariots over towards him, forcing him to the wall. Then, just as disaster seemed imminent, they reached the Eastern Gates. Ulf, applying the brakes, skidded thru them and continued along the inside of the wall, coming out again at the North Gate to take the lead from Ag in the desert dash. Rocking and swaying they swept across the dunes, locked wheel to wheel. Thru the Park gates, slashing their horses and each other in fury--not an inch difference in the lead. Passing the third pyramid in the home stretch. Ulf slipped into top gear, and, swiftly bending over and unlocking their wheels crept ahead to win by a whip-length. The crowd howled their disapproval, but Rut turned his thumbs up and okayed the winner. At the banquet given in his honor that evening, he was given the wives and belongings of the Kheops, as intimated, and afterwards strolled along to inspect his new home. Pausing to have a smoke with the sentry at the West Gates, it being after curfew, they were interupted by a hail from beyond the walls. "Whatho, within?" "Whatho, without, que vadis?" replied the sentry "Without what?" quoted Ulf, true to form. "We are baliff's men from Nuk, down-river." answered one of the group, "we have the necessary slates to appropriate the property of one Kheops, brewer, indicted for lapsed Easy Payments on marble and sand stone furniture and......" (Here the heiroglyphics terminate suddenly, the faintly discernable are the arms of Rut; five vultures rampant on a body quartered. It was discovered later, that the Park eventually became the Royal Cemetary, while Shux was demolished during the making of an artorial road.) THE END CRY IN THE WILDERNESS by Dale Hart "Let there be light!" I cried, to no avail. Passionately I longed for a flame. Louder I queries "Light? Light?"- but my supplications passed unnoticed. Still louder: "Light?" A pall stole over me. "Light?" I screamed again. An immense craving rushed the ramparts of my being. Was I to die for the lack of a favor , courteously but carelessly tendered???-- "Light?" -- Fiercely I stamped upon the cigarette and threw my broken lighter at a group of thoughtless debauchers! (This sketch was inspired by Doc Lowndes' 8th Blank Thot, the one about "gotta match?" ((See Le Zombie 16))
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