This? Is a great meme...

[e_juliana]

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.


Now I have to go make up stories for everyone else.....

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Chapter One: Drinks

[briandmage.livejournal.com]

It was, what the natives called 'the cooling hour'.
On Kautos 4, the second sun rises almost as soon as the first one sets. Either would make Kautos an unbearable desert planet, but their combined forces ensured that only the thickest skinned inhabited the dusty wasteland.
The natives never knew any other way. The cooling hour was the time in which to get things done. Having only an hour a day, they might accomplish the simplest of tasks. Insofar as making cultural and scientific advances, they were, literally, left in the dust.
Of course, not having what some would call 'night', the natives never looked to the stars. Never dreamed of what lay beyond the scorching suns that beat down upon them, or rather, which beat them down.
The visitors...those from other planets, who knew of places far from Kautos where there was cool grass, endless ocean and the chill of darkest night...they knew only too clearly the hell that they lived in. But, for most, it was more desirable than the hell they were running from.
Juliana looked up from the bar. The cool blue of her eyes lit past the dark of her painted lids, nearly blinding the barman. He was relieved when she narrowed them to slits. 'Another drink'.
A hand grabbed the barman's arm before he'd reached the bottle. "That'll be all for the little lady..."
Juliana spun around, hissing. "who the fuck...?"
If it were possible in the Kautos heat for her blood to run cold, it surely would have. If it weren't that the barman had been watering her drinks, she'd blame the booze. But she was not crazy, not drunk, not dreaming.
"Who the fuck, you ask?" He said, twisting the barman's arm until it shattered. "I the fuck."