Slotegans Wake

Sloteyrun, past Mona’s tavern, from Sammy’s store to Buffalo bay, brings us by palpatinious pathways of representation back to Seventysecondstreet Being Slotehouse.

Sir Sammy, belover dames galore, fr’over the Jersey Shore, had passencore rearrived from North Newyorkia on this side the scraggy inlet of Hudson Minor to wielderfight his vagisle war: nor had employer’s stocks from the dream Aberdenee extendulated themselves to Sloten’s Country’s gorgeousness while they went delayin’ their slotepick till later times: nor a price for a buyers released yoda yoda to hometheater thecompletesaga; not jedi, though naboo much later, had a slotelad appr’hended a blanchot’ed iPod: not jedi, though all’s fair in vanhauling, was trusting jameswad wroped with twine packagetask. Lots o pecks o Mona’s malt had Mhat and Sham swilled by newyorklight and Oaksey end to the ragingbrew was botanica scene on the eastsideface.

SloteFic Blog Begins!

Like many fans of SloteFic, I've been looking for a place to post my barbarian, sci-fi and gothic romance SloteFic, since SloteFic.com now only accepts texts in the Oulipo, experimentalist and instruction manual genres. Well, here at slotefic.blogspot.com we are not so pretentious, and are happy to host any and all SloteFic, even SloteFurryFic and SloteJarJarFic. So please, send us your fic and we'll gladly post it right up here with due accreditation.

Note: when referencing SloteFic in dissertations and academic journals it is standard to cite both the author and the site's URL, as well as the day and time posted. We've had some problems with this is the past, and I don't want to have to go the legal route next time International Journal of Subatomic and Nuclear Research and SloteFic decides to reprint an entire SloteEntry without any sort of credit.

Slotor Vs. Greenblatticus: Post 1

Slotor awoke from his long rest and shrugged three of his lithesome girlfriends off his burly forearm. His mindless servants toiled at the far end of his underground lair, loading and unloading boxes endlessly. “Odd,” thought Slotor, “that I should have so many women, when some there are who have none. But then I am the greatest hunter of wild beckettexts in the kingdom of Academicus. Bah hah hah!”

Slotor wiped the morning dew from his glistening skin and strapped on criticus, his great broadsword that can slice finely between the flesh of any man or beast who dared to go up against him. A mallarme flew by and he cut it in half with his sword, neatly dissecting it as it fell to the ground. A cry rang up from outside. It was young Joyce Quarterly, the herald.

“Come all fine warriors! The evil men of New Historicus march upon our sanctuary at Poststructurus! It is war!”

“I will deconstruct all of them!” shouted Slotor, his voice echoing off the smoky walls of his chamber, “all of them!!!”

to be continued