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Barry Truman

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SHACKS

Weekly Contest #42

One doomed mortal always trudged off through a driving snowstorm on a vaporous, gloomy, full mooned night - wolves howling and prowling - to hunt or shop or otherwise provide for luckless earthling #2, who stayed alone in the shack. One of them died horribly and the other went crazy and also had a tendency to perish eventually.Crazy Alice was found dead in her rocking chair on the front “stoop” of her “hand-hewn, one-roomed shanty.” Her husband had taken off at night to find provisions(provisions are a lot more accessible at night and he rem...

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SHACKS

One doomed mortal always trudged off through a driving snowstorm on a vaporous, gloomy, full mooned night - wolves howling and prowling - to hunt or shop or otherwise provide for luckless earthling #2, who stayed alone in the shack. One of them died horribly and the other went crazy and also had a tendency to perish eventually.Crazy Alice was found dead in her rocking chair on the front “stoop” of her “hand-hewn, one-roomed shanty.” Her husband had taken off at night to find provisions(provisions are a lot more accessible at night and he rem...

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Early Autumn

         “We’ll have to make it short; I have to pick up my son in half an hour,” I lied.Bent over, gagging with regret, I watched this man, who looked like nothing less than a lifetime of failed days, his narrow, splitting-maul face a mask of barely managed loathing and his every move bitterly performed. He was a jackal, hoarding a pulverized wildebeest; daring me to step inside the circle; I was his mark; he was entitled to be in my house; planning to stay awhile. His sweeping anger wa...

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Shack

Weekly Contest #27

 One doomed mortal always trudged off through a driving snowstorm on a vaporous, gloomy, full mooned night - wolves howling and prowling - to hunt or shop or otherwise provide for luckless earthling #2, who stayed alone in the shack. One of them died horribly and the other went crazy and also had a tendency to die eventually.Crazy Alice was found dead in her rocking chair on the front “stoop” of her “hand-hewn, one-roomed shanty.” Her husband had taken off at night to find provisions(provisions are a lot more accessible at nig...

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