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C.J. Carlin

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The Sight

Weekly Contest #311

I was walking down cleverly-named Lois Lane on my way to work when I saw the first demon crawl out of a storm drain. It was on the other side of the street. First came a red glow. Then a figure came into view, manlike but with bat wings and a forked tail. Its legs were that of a goat. In one clawed hand it clutched a three-pronged spear. It didn’t seem to see me or anyone else around it, staring straight up into the sky as if looking for faces in the clouds. After a while, it crept back down the drain and disappeared.What the Hell was that? ...

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Welcome Home

It was the same nightmare every time I slept, day or night. I am trapped in a small room and I cannot move, blinded by bright light all around me. I have always been claustrophobic; I didn’t even like blanket forts when I was a kid, so I woke from these horrific dreams sweating and trying not to scream so I wouldn’t wake Daniel. He always looked so peaceful when he slept, almost angelic. His face in repose calmed me down every time. I watched him for a while, feeling the adrenaline slowly recede. I would go crazy if I lost him.I checked...

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Your Secret Admirer

“Maison, you got something in the mail. Probably another birthday card.”I took the envelope from my wife. I did get birthday cards from my dentist and other medical professionals I dealt with, but the return address was unfamiliar. My name and address were written out in a shaky hand. I opened the envelope, and when I extracted the card, something fell out of it. I read the card first.“Happy birthday from your secret admirer.” That was all it said. The thing that fell out was a $50.00 gift card to my favorite bookstore, redeemable online or ...

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The Game

Weekly Contest #280

“Hi, Jamal! Hi, Mark!”“Hey, Bobby!”“Hey, Jessica, is that a new dice bag?”“Yeah, it’s the bag my sister’s Tarot cards came in. She let me have it.”“Hey, Tony, glad you could make it! I thought you were grounded.”“I was, but that was last week. I’m back!”“Hey, Dana. Did you remember your character sheet this time?”“Yeah, and I already added all the XP from the last session.”“Now that everybody’s here, let’s get back to where we left off. We were at the entrance to this dungeon. You weren’t here last week, Tony, but we just got the quest to fi...

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The Radio

Sebastian saw the old-fashioned radio at a garage sale he was passing by while walking Tyrannosaurus Rex, his mixed-breed dog. He stopped, mainly for the book sitting next to the radio, which was one by his favorite author that he did not own yet. But the radio intrigued him, so he bought it, too. It was one from the 1940’s, elaborately carved with dials on the front. The seller promised him it still worked. Once he got the radio home, he set it on the kitchen counter while he figured out where its permanent home would be. Sebastian had OCPD...

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Heat

Weekly Contest #262

It was a Thursday in late July, the hottest day of the hottest summer anyone in this town could remember. The sunlight poured down like melted honey, making everything and everyone hot and sticky. It was easily ninety-five degrees in the shade, about a hundred and ten if you were dumb enough to venture out. Leaves hung limp in the still air. Lawns had turned yellow weeks ago. Even the finches and chickadees that basically ran the neighborhood were too tired and hot to chirp. The only things that seemed to have life in them were crows and cat...

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Yellow Journalism

Weekly Contest #260

“I want you to look into this exploding pig story. Oh, and I need an update on the Amazing Goat Boy. Write up a sighting, will you? Once you get back from talking to the farmer.”My boss, editor of the tabloid newspaper Headlines, Hector Shaffield, dropped an envelope addressed to the paper onto my desk. I picked it upand  pulled the handwritten letter out. Some farmer out in Iowa claimed that his prize hog had simply exploded one day. The letter writer had gone into graphic detail. What had probably happened was the pig had died days pr...

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Not Around Here

Weekly Contest #259

Nobody even asked what happened to Tommy. The official story was that he had gone to military school, but nobody saw him, even during the holidays, when surely he would have a break? But none of them, even the local sheriff, would dare ask James Montgomery Wainwright III what the real story of his unseen son might be. Part of it was that they sincerely did not want to know, but mostly it was because he was the landlord for half the residents in Williamsburg and terrified the other half. Then Bobbie Wilson came to town. She was the new journa...

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Dreaming of You

Weekly Contest #258

“This is ghoulish,” my sister said, from somewhere in the dimness of the attic.I had been flipping through an old photo album, my mind a million miles away. “What is?” I asked.“Grandma isn’t even dead yet and we’re already going through her things, dividing it up and acting like it’s ours already.”“Let’s be realistic,” I offered. “We know she may only have a couple weeks, if that. Would you prefer we did this after the funeral, when everyone is depressed?”“It just seems wrong to-“ Jules stopped suddenly, and I looked up. She was holding a pa...

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A Midsummer Night's Rave

Weekly Contest #257

In the gathering dusk, Puck the pixie peered out from around the hydrangea bush. The humans were gone, retreated into the house after their Solstice ritual, but there was a pipkin of honey and cream left on the altar, surrounded by fruit of all kinds. (Honey will actually make a pixie drunk, because of the way in which their bodies process raw sugar.) These were offerings to the Fae Folk for the power they lent to the midsummer rite. Puck whistled, and the gathered Fae emerged from the trees and shrubs and flowers where they had been hiding,...

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A Deal With the Devil

Weekly Contest #253

“What brings you here?”“My last therapist retired.”“Can you tell me a little more about yourself?”“Well, just to get it out of the way: I am Satan. Or rather, I am the entity that, filtered through your understanding and your cultural mythos, you would call Satan.”“That’s not a common delusion, but it’s not un-heard of.”“Oh, it’s no delusion. I’ll prove it before I leave this office. But for now, just humor me, okay?“Part of the job.”“I want to set the record straight about a few things, though. To start out with, I am not evil. I have never...

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Message in a Bottle

Weekly Contest #252

My prospective client, Regina St. John, was in her late forties, maybe early fifties. Her salt-and-pepper hair was drawn back into a severe bun, but there were laugh lines around her eyes and mouth. She smiled at me, but her smile was tinged with a certain sadness. “I want you to try to find my brother Mike. We had a horrible fight a couple years ago, over money, and I haven’t spoken to him since. Now both of us have inherited quite a bit from our Aunt Maude, and I want him to get his share. If we can’t find him, I get all of it, but I don’t...

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