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It was the twelfth day of Christmas, and signs of stress were beginning to show. "How much longer do you think she'll need this?" she asked between gritted teeth.

The psych nanny in her skull answered, "A large number of days longer, I would guess.. This is something she feels she lacked after her parents died, and it represents all the happy things that she wanted and couldn't have."

"And how long do you think it will actually be necessary?"

"All that time. Though at a certain point, she will probably start becoming angry with the toys and the perceived hollowness. What she really wants is her parents, and there's no bringing them back for Christmas."


Inspiration: Writing down the date -- 12/01/2009. Twelve.
Story Potential: High, mostly because of the Christmas angle.
Notes: Or is there? Time to think about technology and science and psychology. Hrm--the ghost of families past? Spiritual experience brain centers? (Nah.) Dead stars movie technology? A little Katherine Hepburn with her mother? A little Cary Grant with her father?
He felt her in every seed she might have sown, in every tree she might have grown. He felt her in every beat of his heart and every pulse of his blood, the part that she would have fixed. He felt her absence so sharply. She lay in her coffin deep in the clay dirt, under a roll of green plastic grass that failed to conceal the raw ugliness of a grave dug into the hill. The flowers he had planted on her grave lived, still, but she was gone forever. He felt the flutter in his heart, the flutter that she'd planned on fixing in an operation scheduled for a month, and he did not care. He saw the seeds sitting in the garage--

Inspiration: "I Feel You" by Schiller
Story Potential: High
Notes: Sort of a magic realism story about healing--things fix themselves through mysterious circumstances, which sort of comforts him, until one day he finds his heart flutter gone (metaphor for grief and stuff). Or could take it entirely in another direction and make it SF, with creations guided past the hand of the one who gave them agency. Ooo. Writing it both ways, to sort of contrast, could be interesting--but could they be packaged as one story? Maybe not. Maybe would have to write and sell them separately--or would you? Could frame it as a grandfather and a grandson's similar stories.... Congenital heart defect? Hrm. Pondering.

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