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In what order would you like to see these features implemented?

Recommender System
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Recent Changes
20% (79)
11% (44)
Total votes: 42

Water Got No Enemy

Hey, all. This is a story I've actually got out there making the rounds at various mags. Hope you like it. I prefer unsweetened, clear and definitive feedback. Stuff like "s'okay" or "I didn't like it" without further explanation don't help me grow as a writer. Neither does negativity. I look forward to your input and contributions - Chang

Machine of Death Entry, "Corporate Negligence" v. 0.1

I'm going to take a crack at the iterative/interactive writing model. I'm working on several stories for the Machine of Death project, which is my first actual attempt at writing fiction for publication. I've had the occasional technical article show up in some places like NewsForge. As you might imagine, I'm have some trepidation about it. Since I'm already concerned about that particular experiment, I see no reason to not expand this to incorporating this into another experiment- namely, Oort-Cloud.

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Oort-Cloud Mission Statement - Feedback Request

Just throwing this out there for some feedback...

I have added the Oort-Cloud Mission statement at the top of the front page in big friendly letters. It's not quite "Don't Panic!" but it works. :-)

We would like it to be more visible on the site in general, which could be accomplished by:

  1. putting it in a block on the side
  2. keeping it front and center (but possibly smaller)


Privacy Issues

Hey, all!

Firstly I am really psyched about the oort--cloud scene. I cannot wait to share my stories with you.


I am concerned about putting the story right up on a blog for all too
see and also on Google Docs, too. I know, I know, privacy concerns are
for luddites. It's just when I get concerned about privacy, my fingers
sweat and then the sweat puts out the pilot light on my kerosene
laptop. You understand, I'm sure.

Paul and Richard encouraged me to post about it, so here I am. What are everyone elses thoughts?

- Chang

Coffee Man

Coffee Man
Adrian Kleinbergen
953 words

You don’t have to believe me. I’m just telling you what happened. I was sitting in my usual chair at ‘The Higher Ground’, one of Calgary’s nicer coffee houses, doing some writing and sketching, looking forward to a nice evening of sipping coffee and basking in the pseudo-bohemian atmosphere that always seemed to fuel my artistic intentions.

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When you post a work of fiction here on Oort-Cloud, you should carefully consider your options for copyleft/copyright.

Oort-Cloud exists primarily for the posting of copyleft-ish works, i.e. works that are "open." This is not to say that you cannot post works that are copyrighted. Just be aware that copyright runs counter to the mission of Oort-Cloud which is to promote openness both in distribution and in content. (See the various pages tagged openlit for more details).

Slice of Life

[Author's note: I really don't like explaining a story prior to the readers reading it, much preferring talking about it after the readers have formed their own opinions. And to that end, I'll put my take on the story as the first comment.]

She was a formless entity hovering on the boundary of existence and non-existence, flickering in and out of people’s vision throughout the night. Those who saw her were instantly captivated by her beauty. In an age where elegance has been replaced by lust--elegance’s far older yet more pedestrian sister--she tickled their fancy and intrigued them instead of shamelessly tugging at their crotches.

Permanent Serendipity

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God
Romans 8:28

The Church of Logitech was an enormous building, built of huge stone blocks with buttresses plunging great depths into the water on all sides. Antony stood in his dirty suit at the end of the bridge, with his hand on the door. The huge dark oak doors were closed, but there was a smaller entrance cut out of the right hand door that was open. Even knowing that it'd been built with some of his money, it was hard not to be intimidated. He breathed deeply, summoned up his outrage, and pushed on the door.

ARC, Volume One

This is the first volume of something I've been working on for a while. I got intensely bored with bashing away at more traditional, linear storytelling and decided to try something a bit different.

I'd be interested to hear if you find it intriguing enough for me to post Volume Two.

First, The City

The city broods under darkening storm clouds as oily rain cascades down from the heavens, running like ichor along the streets' arterial gutters. Shadows stalk the alleyways, only briefly banished by the hanging elektryck globes which flicker and spit like vipers in the rain. Steam rises from gratings and coalesces into vaguely human forms, dancing and whirling, before collapsing into wisps of near-nothingness. Water leaks and drips through ancient wood, swelling and distending the beams of houses that shudder and moan like dying old men.

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