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Submitted to Contest #43
In the great green room the phone rang.Little Bunny hopped to answer before Grandma could.A strange but friendly voice began: “Hello, Little Bunny, it’s the moon here—you know, that bright thing way up in the sky.”“Hello, Moon!” cried Little Bunny.“You have a phone?” “Well, I just...
Submitted to Contest #29
As he stepped out of their apartment, Roy zipped his heavy jacket to the top against the late November wind. He glanced back at his wife. “Are you gonna be warm enough, babe? It’s colder than a ...” “Witch’s tit?” Gloria finished for him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” No kidding! thought Roy. “I was thinking ‘polar bear’s grave.’” Algrieve’s—the mere thought of it depressed Roy. It was just the first leg on a multi-stop shopping expedition. At the start of days like this he and Gloria both had to take a deep breath. By the time they returned and everyth...
Submitted to Contest #2
With mounting disgust Ernie eyed the printout of “In the Fog on Mount Tam.” The spark that had taken him eighteen lines into the poem the night before, and then died, had not been rekindled, as the continuation clearly showed. He opened “The Infinite Island,” started soon after Cathy, Eric and Annie in arm, had told him with ingratiating directness to be gone. He had laid it aside as woundedness and confusion suppressed invention. No magic, no thread, certainly no rope could he find by which to climb back into that one. He closed it dejected...
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