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Submitted to Contest #331
“With all its dark curly hair and blue eyes, I instantly thought of you when I saw it,” said Mrs. Potter as she expectantly held the small porcelain doll out to Dona. Dona had never really been into dolls, but she politely accepted it from Mrs. Potter. She had been doing Mrs. Potter’s hair for about four years now, and the lady was nothing if not sweet. “Thank you so much! It’s beautiful!” she said as she reached for the doll. She didn’t know what she’d do with it, but she really appreciated the kind gesture and the compliment. When she got...
Submitted to Contest #329
My name is TC Shoal, and I died back in 1987. Oh, and I’m a ghost.The cemetery I’m in has looked kinda bad for years. If I had a corporeal body, I would definitely be wading through some tall grass and tripping over some old tree roots. The caretaker hadn’t come out there in years. Well, no one really had, at least to my grave. There were no flowers on my grave now.On this particular night, a fog filled the graveyard, and with the old, gnarled trees mostly bare of leaves, it looked spooky even by ghost standards.I had been enjoying solitude ...
Submitted to Contest #327
The year was 1954, and Dr. Canard was delighted at the new mummified body that had arrived in his workroom at the Museum of Antiquities. Canard was an elderly man, but even though he had to walk with a cane, his mind was as spry as ever. As he approached the imposing box, a little orange tabby cat named Kronos was equally as interested. Kronos was the official mouser for the museum basement. Always offering a soft meow and a leg rub, Kronos had endeared himself to the elderly scientist. Currently, he was sitting near Canard, sharing his exc...
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