Fired Future

Vintage Style

She sat in the water, looking at the horizon. The future promised to be as bright as the brightness of that bright summer day.

She smiled.

Perhaps what happened would not mean anything.

A few seashells swayed with the tide.

Perhaps no one would notice.

The seashells bumped against her thigh. She watched them for a moment. Then she swatted them away, just as she had swatted him away, that greasy fucker who had got her fired.

Shame she swatted him too hard...

This was such a bright day and he would never ever see another bright summer day again.

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Wafer

Neverlandx

Mr. Probitas stared at the store window.

The new notice was titled Antisocial Behavior Order, an anti-sugar diatribe.

Ever since the intake of sugar became controlled by decree, Mr. Honey's store was in a financial crisis.

Mr. Probitas walked in.

“What's that all about?”

“I have to close. Or I'll be arrested...”

“Arrested?!”

Mr. Honey shrugged.

“Why?”

“For being antisocial. Here, have a wafer. Be antisocial while you can.”

It was then that Mr. Probitas and Mr. Honey started an underground movement to import wafers.

But it was not really about the wafers, was it?

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Ratchet

Pixel Dreams

Rest assured. This will not happen again, you said.

Aim for the future and don't look back, hey? May those sorrows stay in the past, you said. Bury them deep. What you did cannot be undone, can it?

Time will tell, of course. Time will tell.

Call upon the meek, you must. Their sorrowful, all-forgiving smiles will free you.

Haul and cry if you must. Haul and cry. They'll forgive you.

Each new day will bring new hope, we hope. You hope.

Then, it'll be the end. Where? Right there. Find the place. Rest assured. This will not happen again.

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Tip

Fae

What should I do? The green is fading away. The red is taking over. A man is hanging from the big oak, swinging horribly. His blood is pooling on the ground. And I don't know what to do. I just hide in this tree. The magic is gone. The magic is gone... The man has been there for a while. I didn't see who did it. I was hiding, hiding in this tree. And I hid for so long that I am now the tree. I am not hanging, but I am dead too. Tell me, what should I do?

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