Archive: Story Experiences
"Oh, Eeyore!" cired Pooh. "Am I glad to see you!" "You are?" Eeyore said in surprise. "Yes I am!" Replied Pooh.
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AACB
May 28, 2025
"And for the future, before we get rid of something, let's see if we can find another use for it-- or give it to someone else who can."
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AACB
May 28, 2025
"And now I truly begin to understand that I am also a thing in this world. Not like the doll who is writing a few feet away with all the mindfulness of water choosing a path downhill. Something more. But also not the same as this fainting man, made of soft flesh. Somehow, I am. And, I tell you, I find it a strange thing, to be... From within this little world in my head, I am making decisions."
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AACB
May 28, 2025
“They are dying,” he says, voice muffled. “The long-lived ones will do anything to survive. They control everything. They know everything.”...
“You tried to kill me,” I say.
Oleg rolls off the bed and onto his knees. He looks up at me, hair wild, blood smeared on his face. Blue and red flashes of light from police cars outside roll off his gray skin. His hands are clasped together, as if he is praying.
“I tried to protect you,” he says. “You learned their name.”
“Whose name? I ask.
“You should run from here.
They are coming.”
“Who!? Who is coming, Oleg!?”
“Miss June,” he says, tears in his eyes. “It’s the
automat.”
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AACB
May 28, 2025
“WILL
What am I so scared of?
SKYLAR
Well, what aren't you scared of? You live in this safe little world where no one challenges you and you're scared shitless to do anything else but defend yourself because that would mean you'd hafta' change.
WILL
Oh no. Don't, don't, don't tell me about my world. Don't tell me about my world! I mean you just wanna have you fling with like the guy from the other side of town. Then you're going to go off to Stanford, you're going to marry some rich prick who your parents will approve of and just sit around with the other trust fund babies and talk about how you went slumming too, once.
SKYLAR
Why are you saying this? What is your obsession with this money? My father died when I was 13 and I inherited this money. Nearly every day I wake up, and I wish that I could give it back, that I would give it back in a second if it meant I could have one more day with him, but I can't and that's my life and I deal with it. So don't put your shit on me, when you're the one that's afraid.
WILL
I'm afraid? Wha--wha--what am I afraid of, huh? What the fuck am I afraid of?
SKYLAR
You're afraid of me. You're afraid that I won't love you back. And you know what? I'm afraid too. Fuck it. I want to give it a shot and at least I'm honest with you.
WILL
I'm not honest with you?
SKYLAR
No, what about your twelve brothers?
WILL
All right.
SKYLAR
No. You're not going. You're not leaving.
WILL
What do you want to know? What? That I don't have twelve brothers?
SKYLAR
Yes.
WILL
That I'm a fuckin' orphan!
SKYLAR
Ye
WILL
No, you don't wanna hear that!
SKYLAR
I didn't know that.
WILL
No, you don't wanna hear that.
SKYLAR
I didn't know it.
WILL
You don't wanna hear that I had fuckin' cigarettes put out on me when I was a little kid.
SKYLAR
Oh...I didn't know that...
WILL
That this isn't fuckin' surgery, that the motherfucker stabbed me. You don't wanna hear that shit, Skylar.
SKYLAR
I do wanna hear it.
WILL
Don't tell me you want to hear that shit!
SKYLAR
I want to hear it because I want to help you. Because I want to--
WILL
Help me! What the fuck? What I got a fucking sign on my back? That says "save me?"
SKYLAR
No.
WILL
Do I look like I need that?
SKYLAR
No. God, I just want to be with you because I love you!
WILL
Don't bullshit me. Don't bullshit me. Don't you fuckin' bullshit me!
SKYLAR
I love you. I wanna hear you say that you don't love me. Because if you say that, then I won't call you, and I won't be in your life...
WILL
I don't love you.”
(Miramax, Good Will Hunting transcript)
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AACB
May 28, 2025
“SEAN
My father was an alcoholic. Mean fuckin' drunk. He'd come home hammered, lookin' to wail on somebody. So, I had to provoke him so he wouldn't go after my mother and little brother. Interesting nights were when he wore his rings.
WILL
Yeah...he used to just put a uh...a wrench, a stick, and a belt on the table, and just say choose.
SEAN
Well, I gotta' go with the belt there, Vanna.
WILL
Uh..well, I used to go with the wrench.
SEAN
Why the wrench?
WILL
cus' Fuck him, that's why.
SEAN
Your foster father?
WILL
Yeah. So uh...you know, what is it? Like, Will has an attachment disorder? Is it all that stuff? Fear of abandonment? Is that why uh...Is that why I broke up with Skylar?
SEAN
I didn't know you had.
WILL
Yeah...I did.
SEAN
You wanna talk about it?
WILL
No...
SEAN
Hey, Will? I don't know a lot. But you see this? All this shit. It's not your fault.
WILL
Yeah, I know that.
SEAN
Look at me, son. It's not your fault.
WILL
I know.
SEAN
It's not your fault.
WILL
I know.
SEAN
No, no, you don't. It's not your fault.
WILL
I know.
SEAN
It's not your fault.
WILL
All right.
SEAN
It's not your fault. It's not your fault.
WILL
Don't fuck with me.
SEAN
It's not your fault.
WILL
Don't fuck with me all right? Don't fuck with me, Sean, not you.
SEAN
It's not your fault...It's not your fault...
WILL
(through heavy
sobbing) Oh God....Oh God, I'm so sorry...” (Miramax, Good Will Hunting transcript)
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AACB
May 28, 2025
Winnie the Pooh
Experience:
I want to propose a new experience term
Narrative Technology:
Wish Fulfillment
"Soon Tigger and Roo were bouncing through the Hundred-Acre Wood. "Bet I can bounce twice as high as you can!" Said Roo, giggling. "Tiggers can bounce twice as high as anybody!" Answered Tigger. So Tigger and Roo began a bouncing contest, bouncing over rocks and fallen branches along the way. When they reached the Trash Tree, Tigger and Roo were surprised to find that their pots had all disappeared."
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AACB
May 28, 2025
Meanwhile the wineglasses had flushed yellow and flushed crimson; had been emptied; had been filled. And thus by degrees was lit, half-way down the spine, which is the seat of the soul, not that hard little electric light which we call brilliance, as it pops in and out upon our lips, but the more profound, subtle and subterranean glow which is the rich yellow flame of rational intercourse. No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself. We are all going to heaven and Vandyck is of the company--in other words, how good life seemed, how sweet its rewards, how trivial this grudge or that grievance, how admirable friendship and the society of one's kind, as, lighting a good cigarette, one sunk among the cushions in the window-seat.
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mi
April 16, 2025
An unending stream of gold and silver, I thought, must have flowed into this court perpetually to keep the stones coming and the masons working; to level, to ditch, to dig and to drain. But it was then the age of faith, and money was poured liberally to set these stones on a deep foundation, and when the stones were raised, still more money was poured in from the coffers of kings and queens and great nobles to ensure that hymns should be sung here and scholars taught. Lands were granted; tithes were paid. And when the age of faith was over and the age of reason had come, still the same flow of gold and silver went on; fellowships were founded; lectureships endowed...
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mi
April 16, 2025