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Submitted to Contest #334
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. This would not have been trouble, had the flower pot not been knocked from the sill.The culprit, a child, gazed regretfully at their blunder, then flung out the food trimmings into the street. They departed from view with a fwump from the window. A few moments later, a scowling old cricket emerged from the dirt that lay scattered in the snow. He stared with displeasure at the broken shards of clay.Mr. Cricket, you see, had been nestled in that pot, where he intended to sleep ...
Submitted to Contest #329
Warning for profane language Usually, Bill found driving at night on long, winding roads pretty creepy. Adding to the creep factor were the Spanish moss draping the old gnarly oaks that loomed over the road and the fine mist that clung to the blacktop. Bill would’ve been feeling the spooky vibe if he weren't so ticked off at the voice in his ear, repeating the same old explanation as to why his insurance will no longer be granted on his meds, and not really answering his questions.“Yes,” he said, “this is my third time calling for answers, a...
Submitted to Contest #290
Spending his days in a salvage yard, nothing but junk cars keeping him company, Richard knew poetry was not art that came naturally to men like himself. Still, on a night like this, even the most vulgar, unrefined man could feel the poetry that hung in the air. It was heavy and bated, like the air before a good rain, just waiting to be tapped into beautiful thoughts. But Richard wasn’t one to think beautiful thoughts—a fact he was sharply aware of as he drew his cigarettes from his dirty blue coveralls. Striking a light, he tossed the match ...
Submitted to Contest #284
Cloaked in animal skins and darkness, a deformed and piteous creature hobbled around with a sword like a walking stick. Holding tightly to the grip in both hands, she seemed completely unable to stand on her own. The beast was certainly not the result of evolution, nor the product of a healthy mind. Her very existence looked difficult and pained—a blatant affront to the efficiency of nature, and a cruel denial of the easy existence of Man.This beast, neither animal nor human, but an abhorrent mix of the two, was covered in fur and as scruffy...
Winner of Contest #281 🏆
Not even magical reindeer who fly are immortal, and Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen were tales of Christmas mornings that had long since come to pass. Rudolph himself lived seventeen years: a respectable lifespan for the average captive reindeer. By no means a miracle. Unless such a reindeer was among the lucky few to be housed in the stalls of a certain, southern toy shop. These reindeer tended to be shorter-lived than most. Every Christmas, you see, a few of Santa’s reindeer would fall s...
Submitted to Contest #280
“I didn't realize it was going to be so dark in here. And why is the theater so empty? You said the show starts at seven, right?”“Yeah, the screen should come on any time now. Since it’s a silent film from the 1920’s, it won’t have special effects. Or actors that anyone would recognize. Or music. Or ‘lemons,’ as they used to say. Most people would consider that a virtue, though.”“Isn’t the music your favorite part of a movie? That’s why you’re into all those old musicals?”“I do love musicals, yes.”“Then why aren’t we watching that one musica...
Submitted to Contest #279
A world away from the mundanity of everyday life. A world where no dull colors existed. No dreary, drizzly skies choked with smog. No empty-eyed roadkill at the side of the roads. No random wafts of sewage that smelled like Dad getting home from the factory. No creepy strangers who stared a bit longer than a five-year-old’s mind could explain.A world not ruled by predictable humans, but by a playful alien species, the leader of which smiled proudly on the lid of a pizza box. One of these boxes lay discarded in the midst of this incredible pl...
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