|Reviews for Randomness|
| claramadesouffles chapter 1 . 2/22/2011
I loved it! Great job :)
| ronnie94 chapter 1 . 12/8/2008
| Evil Riggs chapter 1 . 7/11/2007
A vast, flat alkali desert. Heat pulses from the packed white sand in rippling waves. Overhead, the naked sun stares down in baleful judgement. The liquid horizon shimmers like molten glass. A two-lane highway, cracked and pitted with age, splits the desert in twain.
On the highway's shoulder is a single sagging cardboard box. On the box is a single perfect watermelon. On the watermelon are drops and streamers of cool moisture.
Out of the distance, a throaty roar! A thundrous clunk-a-clunk cacophony shudders from the horizon! A shape emerges triumphant from the wavering mirage!
A beatass white panel van tears down the broken highway. Its paint is peeling; its windshield is cracked; its tires are bald; its undercarriage is spotted with salt-licked patches of rust. The vehicle screams toward the watermelon and then skids to a howling stop beside it. The chugging engine cuts out with a wheezey mechanical sigh. Along the van's side door are words, spray-painted in red, looping script:
The side door - and P.O.R.N. S.T.A.N.K. with it - slides open. Out of the darkness hops a gigantic man in faded jeans and a sweat-soaked tank top. His bald head glistens. His shirt bulges uncomfortably against the 'roid rage hilltops of his muscles. His tiny eyes dart to the watermelon.
The man reaches a treetrunk arm back into the van, revealing a shoulder tatto - MASTIFF. It returns with a heavy machine gun, dangling a glittering belt of sharp ammunition. The big man grins as he levels the weapon at the watermelon.
A moment passes. The air smells of salt and hot ashes.
He pulls the trigger. A cannonade of sound! A brilliant explosion of green and red and black!
"Ah-hahahaha! HAHAHAHAHA!" His laughter roars over the gunfire.
Disintegration! Frappe! The watermelon splatters into mush on mush, coating the blacktop and soaking into the dry hardpan. The big man continues to fire until the ammunition is gone and the highway is littered with casings. His grin twitches, he spins back around, and disappears into the hot dark of the van's belly. P.O.R.N. S.T.A.N.K. slides back into place.
The van speeds off into the distance.
~This is a rough approximation of my opinion of this story~
| fallinrain chapter 1 . 3/17/2007
This was very well done. You packed so much into such a small space and it worked. Nice job. :-)
| Maureen Olivia Lockhart chapter 1 . 9/24/2006
Short but sweet. Adorable.
| NewYorks chapter 1 . 9/18/2006
Nice descriptions, nice language. Good work, and really... short. It's amazing how you could put so much emotion in such a short piece.
| OO7O chapter 1 . 9/18/2006
oh! wasn't that enjoyable!
| SurprizeSurprize457 chapter 1 . 9/18/2006
I like this you should write a Fiyeraba romance story... who doesn't love those?