Prayer

Milk Wood

The old woman huffed and puffed. The path was rocky and steep.

“Pray. It helps, they said.”

Yes, she did pray. However, that didn't help. t made things worse. The animals died and the small green garden dried up.

“I’ll tell them.”

When she reached the castle, she was ushered into a large ballroom, a pale gloomy figure staring at her.

“I bring you a peace offer.”

The figure nodded.

“It’s a broth. I hope you enjoy it.”

A few days later, the green garden started sprouting but the castle was eerily quiet.

“Our garlic, who art in my broth…”

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Camp NaNoWriMo

Camp NaNoWriMo

Wine

WinterSweet

“Look, this wine costs a fortune,” said the sommelier, tilting the bottle.

At the beginning, the teen students seemed interested and nodded.

“If I dropped it… What a catastrophe!”

Then some started yawning.

“It must taste heavenly!”

Several strayed away.

However, the sommelier was quite proud of his presentation and he didn't see it coming.

One unsuspected elbow and the bottle slipped from his hand, crashing on the floor.

All laughed uncontrollably.

The sommelier died inside... He dashed onto a shelf, smashing a fortune and his future.

The kids just gazed back at their phones and forgot all about it.

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Endless

Pure Dreams

She sat and listened to the world around her. The wind whispered softly. The tree branches murmured familiar words from the past. She tried not to listen. She tried. The branches rustled louder, threatening to undermine her determination. And she looked beyond the line dividing the horizon in two, that line so rugged, so hilly, so full of pain. She closed her eyes and whispered with the wind. And she sat, she just sat, and listened to the world around her, an endless string of promises filled her with hope. A day, only a day, and everything would be different.

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Wings

Octoberville

The tombstone in her parents’ garden had an overgrown buzzing cactus leaning over it. Victoria wondered why it had no names, no dates. She got married, moved away. After three miscarriages and a divorce, Victoria visited the tombstone. Suddenly, there were four names on it, the names of her babies and her own “Died June 10 1819”. As she pondered about it, the cactus, home to a nest of killer bees, fell on her. Barely a body anymore when found, Victoria, the heir of a huge fortune, was buried at the Pauper’s Cemetery. Still, no one cared about that tombstone.

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Animal

Annwn Willows

“My friend, I've killed Mrs. Squirrel.”

Pam looked at the talking squirrel in shock but decided to play along.

“Where did you bury her?”

“I didn't. I put her up on the wall.”

“What?”

“I’ll show you.”

Mrs. Squirrel’s head was indeed mounted above the mantelpiece.

“There was a problem,” said Mr. Squirrel.

“Only one?!”

“The biggest one was that I drank from this bottle. I was thirsty.”

The label read “Back to Nature”.

“I never thought it would actually turn me into an animal.”

Pam shook her head. “That damned snake oil salesman. We’ll get the antidote from him.”

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