Ill make a post about this in its own right. The picture we have as a banner has my short story in it, in Finnish. In fact its a drabble, a story with exactly one hundred words in it. I have now translated it to English. Its no longer a drabble, but should convey the general feeling. Mickey Mouse in Space Distress I was spending the evening with my sis and her man. We wre reminiscing about the old days, all that rough stuff we used to do when we were young, and listened to the music they were playing back then. Sy Snootles, Modal Nodes, the good old stuff. Suddenly the door opened. The Force tremored in a bad way and I was already reaching for the lightsaber expecting Siths or at least some old guard imperials. Instead in the doorway there was standing a creature roughly the same height as a jawa, round ears wiggling, wearing red pants. I asked what it wanted. It squeaked that is was the new emperor or something like that. That wed be working for it now. Thats all it had time for. Siss man shot it straight to chest and said that at least now I shot first.
Posted on: Mon, 12 May 2014 11:17:32 +0000
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