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Submitted to Contest #258
"What you need is trail cams. Security cameras, some floodlights set on automatic, barbed-wire fencing...that'll scare 'em off good." Grandpa Al grunts at his own solution, nodding affirmatively at my garden. Or rather, the disastrous remains of my garden. Potted rosemary and parsley are smashed to smithereens, flossflower trampled into fine dust. Once robust pumpkins now lay scattered in gooey pieces over the marigold patch, and, oddly, only the bright heads of my shrub roses are gone. Every single one. Pale orange, sunset yello...
Submitted to Contest #88
Once there was a wicked girl, with a most wicked mouth. “Goodbye. I’ll miss you, mother,” the girl said, a statement that echoed resoundingly empty in her ears as she walked the lonely road, basket tucked under her arm. Her cloak billowed out around her in the wind. Another fiction, another untruth. She didn’t get far along her travels before someone stepped into her path, blocking the way. “Well now, where could someone like you possibly be headed at this unfine hour?” He grinned, his wide smile a glinting knife in the rising...
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