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Submitted to Contest #330
“You need to leave soon,” Emma reminded him.Gabriel set down his coffee. “Yes, yes. You keep reminding me.”“Well?” He could feel her eyes on him. “Let’s donate twenty pounds of sweet potatoes, instead,” Gabriel suggested.“We have already donated fifty pounds of sweet potatoes,” she countered“Fine. We can donate a couple of turkeys.” Gabriel upped the ante.“We have already donated five turkeys. The inn needs to do these kinds of community outreach events. It’s not just about donations. It is about giving yourself. I can’t do it this ...
“I should have stopped them.”Emma didn’t answer immediately. She looked past Gabriel, who was standing before her on the porch. A wall of dark black clouds was bearing down on them.“How were you going to do that?” she finally said.The forecast had promised torrential rain, hail, and even tornadoes across East Tennessee. That was according to a meteorologist. To the kind of witches, wizards, and magical creatures that feed on chaos, storms like this were nightmare fuel. “He will find them.” Gabriel said, still watching the storm.“They may be ...
Submitted to Contest #328
Gabriel struggled to open his eyes. Something was… “What the hell!” Six inches from his face was a bearded apparition, looking angry, its mouth moving rapidly in silent fury. Seeing Gabriel nearly jump out of his skin seemed to please him. The ghost straightened, revealing a bloodstained American Revolution uniform. He continued to shout soundlessly, as he jabbed his finger into Gabriel’s ribs. “Holy Balls, Jedidiah! You know I hate it when you do this shit! You’ve got me cursing, and I promised myself I was going to stop. What the hell are ...
Submitted to Contest #327
He opened his eyes. Smack dab on the double yellow. The pavement was rough and cold. A fallen leaf lay atop his body. Standing, he shook off the leaf. The nearby trees were beautiful just a few days ago. Now? Nearly barren. This was the third time he had died this week. It took a little bit out of him every time. When he was younger, he could die every day and be ready to do it again in hours. Now dying practically ruined him for the rest of the day. Climbing to his paws, he shambled across the pavement. He reached the rocks. His head felt a...
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