The first mass spamming of the Internet took place only 31 years ago today. My, we've come a long way, haven't we?
- Omega Omega, by Smileyfax (Part 5): "And then I put my gun to her head and shot her."
- Fundamental Daria: The Sodom and Gomorrah Show, by Disco316 (COMPLETE!): She sat on a bench set up outside what looked to be a fairly rundown house on the outskirts of town. An intercom system sat silent on the wall while she waited for her turn. She had been the last one there, after her last meeting dragged on longer than expected. However, the ad had said that all would get their chance, unless someone else had won the job outright.
- John Lane 40: Starry Eyes Open, by Richard Lobinske (Part 1): NEW! Ms. Li's voice announced over the P.A. system, "Welcome back students and remember; the school nurse is in and ready to take your voluntary urine sample. Show your Lawndale High spirit with the gift of urine!" Walking down the hallway with Daria, John looked up at one of the speakers. "She didn't really say that, did she?" [Yes, she did!]
- Legion of Lawndale Heroes Special: Tokusatsu Team Up! by Lorenzo Sauchelli (Part 10): Akane Horoi was the quickest to react to the intruders, she cupped her hands together and a red plasma-like beam instantly destroyed all of the Phyrexian cyborg horrors. The Planeswalker Jane, however, didn’t seem to be either affected or impressed by the magical blast.
- Omnicides: A Daria/Watchmen Crossover, by Lorenzo Sauchelli (Part 2): NEW! Lynn Cullen drew a long breath before pretending to smile at Tom Sloane’s presence, the quick peck she gave him afterward seemed a bit awkward, but it was good enough to fool anyone around. “How have you been?” She asked him. The question was a mere formality, as she knew exactly what he had been up to since the last time she had seen him. Sleeping around was Tom Sloane’s MO these days.
- Once Upon a Time in Lawndale, by Disco316 (COMPLETE!): Sandi rode slowly back into the partially-built town, passing the men and women working on the railroad as she went. On her way in, she saw a familiar, red-haired figure, leaning on a post and whittling a piece of wood. She stopped and nodded her recognition, as did the woman Sandi knew only as “Harmonica.” Sandi started to say something, thought better of it, and continued on her way.
- Separate Weights, by Dennis (COMPLETE!): Sandi sat alone at the bus stop on Dega Street and sighed. Her evening off from being Sandi Griffin was working about as well as being Sandi Griffin had lately, which was to say not at all. The bus had so far shown no sign of coming, and the fact that the bench was empty except for her was troubling. Worried about the prospect of hitching back home—or worse, calling for a ride—she didn’t notice the other person take a seat next to her. (FF.net)
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Finish the Story, Your Way), by Disco316 (COMPLETE!): It's been said that today is the first day of the rest of your life. On that day, it proved to be the last day of Tommy Sherman's life, and the first day of the rest of mine, a period so different from before.
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Finish the Story, Your Way), by Scissors MacGillicutty (COMPLETE!): Andrea went out the back door of the Zon to the new unofficial smoking area, lighting up just before she stepped across the threshold. Once outside, she exhaled and announced, "Ridiculous." "Yeah, right?" replied a guy with a ring in his nose from which a chain dangled. "No smoking in bars? It'll never last. I'm surprised they're going along with it."
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Finish the Story, Your Way), by Ajar (COMPLETE!): "Are you there Brittany?" asked Mr. Taylor to the door. "Go away!" came the reply in a sad but still somehow perky voice. "If you don't come out soon they're going to replace you on the cheerleading squad, you don't want that do you?"
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Angst Lord time-trials), by Angelinhel (COMPLETE!): NEW! Lawndale High hadn't changed in ten years. It was still the same nondescript, squat brick building, churning out the next batch of worker drones. She stood off to one side, out of the circle of light cast by the open entry door. Faint music could be heard from within, along with the low hum of idle small talk, shouted over the greatest hits of the nineties. She should go in, but she wasn't ready. It had taken almost fifteen minutes for her to decide to get out of the car and walk that far.