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Ron Henson

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Ballastonia

Weekly Contest #288

               Jenkins bolted awake at the sound of the nearby thunderclap. “Really? Really?” he repeated out loud while lurching for the bedroom window. After savagely swiping the curtain to one side, he stared desperately out towards the sky. “Nothing, not a blooming thing,” he stated in a discouraging manner. Jenkins figured it had to be a dream. “A dream of a thunderstorm, oh gee, those were the days,” he mused silently.       &n...

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Forgot Who?

Weekly Contest #286

Forgot Who?                Stephen slammed his hand on his desktop after seeing his Facebook page. The base of this thumb caught the keyboard, and it did a clockwise flip before it slammed to the floor. Stephen didn’t even notice it, his disheartenment at what he had seen on his computer screen had completely monopolized his mind. With his arms raised directly above him and with his hands juxtaposed in a bewildered horizontal manner, he yelled out, “I didn’t get even ...

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Channel 2

Channel 2                Mark was so excited that he passed on taking his ninth inning “time out.” Every three innings he would take five and sit on a nearby tree stump. But today he was too ramped up to stop playing his imaginary baseball game even for a second. He loved his baseball game that he invented. He called it “Rock Baseball,” because he would hit rocks with his bat. Depending on where he hit the rock and how hard he hit it, he would move his imaginary playe...

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The Comic Cop

Weekly Contest #265

The Comic CopRon Henson PhD            CC had never been to this precinct over the years, or in this town in the panhandle of Texas, so he had to stop and ask directions a few times before arriving at his destination, interrogation room 1. There were, of course, a couple of officers stationed at the one-way mirror that was affixed to the wall next to the door into the room. He took a second to assure them of his identification. They were quite aware of who he was and his reason for his ...

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