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posted June 24, 2012 03:29 AM            

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Originally posted by IndigoDirae:
That's adorable. So long as you don't have flea cousins, we're good; otherwise I've been exacting murder of your kin of genocidal proportions with respect to the comfort of my cat, and I do apologise. But, keep off my cat, and everything's kosher.

I'm actually a transgressive fiction writer; this is my first crack at TV, but we have a surprising buzz around the concept, and have been receiving a lot of unexpected support. It seems it's an idea whose time has come.

Being that I'm a transgressive writer, we're always pushing, subverting, changing tropes and stereotypes. It's all grey. Nothing is 'good' or 'evil'. It's perspective - and the choices are largely hard, the themes profound, and most of it's controversial. Who's correct? What's righteous? When should you forgive? When is vengeance deserved? All that stuff.

That's the domain of the transgressive genre, which is what I'm bringing to the table with my series.

-A.

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The snow scorpion fly, it seems, is the nearest relative to the flea so both my cousins and your cat are on sacred ground.
I neglected mentioning that the cockaroacha I once was from Mesopotamia, and more specific, Babylon, in the Great’s reign. As a matter of historical pride I rode in Alexander's caravans as far as the primitive wagons could travel in that time, which was the extent of level roads wide enough to bear a wagon track. Wagons slowed the progress of a legendary army renowned for its capability in troop movement, that is to say, its ability to move large forces with rapidity.
However, in the travels the wagons did allow, on occasion I jumped from them to the mobile siege machines that Alexander’s father, Phillip, had first introduced into the Macedonian fighting lexicon. This was travelling in style and in the manner befitting a cockaroach of the King’s army. Thus - I wore a miniature thorax plate formed and annealed from the finest bronze. And upon my coppery head was planted a cockaroach sized iron helmet. For though the cockaroach species is renowned for its innate toughness and natural armor, I became as disciplined and proud to don the technological adornments of battle as any human Macedonian, a citizenship one adopted in honor of its greatest leader.
The rich oak wood that the battle siege machines were largely made from were the most comfortable setting during conquering travels. The nooks and crannies afforded the environment that a cockaroach required for optimal living. On occasion, when Chinese silk was brought over land as it reached the destinations on the western end of the Empire, I would leap aboard those wagons and nestle luxuriantly amongst the silken warp and weave of the finest silks.
Alas it all came to an end when Alexander returned to Babylon near the end of his reign and his beloved Hephaestion perished. I was with Alex ( as I came to know him ) when a combination of depression, exhaustion, and illness overtook him in the months following his boyhood companion’s travel from this plane of existence across the Great River to join the Gods.
It was natural at this time when my lovely Alex went to join the Gods that I Babylled incoherent in my turmoil, even amongst my copper hued brethren. Finding no comfort within my fellow species, I nestled in Alex’s golden funeral coach made from the finest oak and gold near to a year after Alex’s crossing over.
I met my own end when the wagon was accosted by Ptolemy and directed to Alexandria. In my depression I cared not to fend for myself, and inconsoulable, simply wasted away into the sands of ancient time…
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From: nyc
Registered: Nov 2011

posted June 24, 2012 03:36 AM            

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I think I was a house cat in my past life. If thats even possible..... I think everyone is annoying and If things go wrong, I always find somewhere to take a nap. I'm also strangely jealous of my cats life style.

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From: Storybrooke, Mr. Gold's Shop
Registered: Sep 2011

posted June 24, 2012 05:24 AM            

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I personally don't believe in past lives or reincarnation, so I wasn't anything before and won't be anything else after.

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