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Daniel Rogers

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Club of the Grotesque

Submitted to Contest #203

Flea markets: the Mecca of antiquarians and hoarders alike. The first search for underpriced antiques hiding among the worthless junk. The latter uses them like a drug addict uses needles, the hunt and acquisition of more stuff gives them a high. Lying in the middle of these extremes are average people: the garage seller, the poor, the stingy, the bored. However, there is a minuscule amount of people who can’t be put into any category. A group that shouldn’t even exist in polite society. Chad McDoon belonged to this group. A rear breed of gr...

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Tearing Down

Submitted to Contest #202

Sampson slept on Delilah’s softest sofa amid a tremendous amount of hair clippings. His hair clippings. He was a very sound sleeper, and this made Delilah’s job that much easier. After cutting Sampson’s long hair off, she tied his arms with seven new ropes. While she did this, his snoring wasn’t halted, not even for a second. “I hate to do this, my lover, but I can’t live off love alone.” She went outside to inform the Philistine soldiers that it was safe to go in and arrest him.The soldiers stealthily entered her house, and surrounded Samps...

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The Eternal Offer

Submitted to Contest #200

The two of them looked ordinary. Nothing stood out. The clothes. The hair. The shoes. All typical. Moving among the mass of New Yorkers and tourists, they easily blended in. Admittingly, this wasn't a challenge in Time Square. There were so many nut cases; ordinary people looked odd. And odd was par for the course on this street. “I hate New York!” Said one of the two–a tall man with white hair pulled back into a ponytail, a muscular frame, and a stern look. “Messed up Time Tickers! Why do they try so hard to be freaks?” “They are just t...

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Peter Wingate!

Submitted to Contest #199

“The wisdom that poured from his mouth was mind-blowing.” Roger, a college student, said to his parents as they sat around the dinner table. “I mean, the things he taught me about life and how to be successful in business were worth a college education.” His black hair kept falling into his eyes as he gesticulated his excitement. “You mean the guy you met on the airplane?” His dad, Jim, asked. “Yeah! Haven't you been listening?” Roger laughed and shook his head. “He has changed my life!” “This guy you just met on the airplane?” Jim rai...

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Relive Again Agency

Submitted to Contest #196

Time travel is easy. It’s paying for it that’s hard. Most people can only dream about it. Even the wealthy have to think twice about it. It takes millions of Global Credits to time travel. The longer you want to stay in the past the more it costs. The companies that provide time travel, justify their price because the time splitters cost billions. So as of right now, only the wealthy can even entertain the thought of time travel. A wealthy man in his old age, planned a five year trip. He lost his wife a year ago and couldn’t stand living w...

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Trash is Fun

Submitted to Contest #195

“Let me get this straight! You’re telling me that she complained because I took all the trash?” George looked incredulous. The boss raised his hand to diffuse the tension coming from George. “I know. Apparently, her husband threw away her crochet basket by mistake, and some of her favorite clothes.” “Seriously! I remember those clothes. They were like, from the ‘40’s, and full of holes. It’s one of the few times I agreed that they should definitely be thrown away instead of donated.” George sat back down. “I hear you. But, since the ci...

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It’s Just a Sketch

Submitted to Contest #195

His pencil flew across the page as Mark looked up and down between his notebook and his teacher. He was sketching her while she read a textbook to the class. He sketched the desk she was standing behind and even the smart board behind her. He loved to sketch, even though he knew he wasn’t good. But that didn’t stop him, he just made sure no one saw them. He was always careful to hide his drawings, mostly in his math book, since his math teacher only made them  use it at home, he knew he wouldn’t have to open it in front of anyone. ...

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