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LEA 13 Cica Ghost

I am a good mother. The kitty this, the kitty that. Let nature be nature. We need to take him to the vet, and you whined and whined and I took the kitty to the vet. I'm a good mother. It just annoys me to have to change my plans. I had stuff to do. If the kitty had lived till then, I am sure he'd survive a few more hours. And you turned your back on me and left to your room and then you left for good. Now we don't talk. And it's all your fault... your fault.

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Store

LEA 13 Cica Ghost

I am a good mother. I always bought good food for you. There was that time when you went to the store to buy bread, and when you came back you said no more. But why? And you said there was a tavern next door and the men looked at you funny... And I said what a wimp, that's life, you need to get used to it. You were 12 and you had to toughen up. I'm a good mother. I taught you stuff you needed to survive. But now we don't talk. And it's all your fault... your fault.

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Bee

LEA 13 Cica Ghost

I am a good mother. I fed you and took you to where you needed to go. I gave you books for school and I kept you clean. I was a busy bee till you became the annoying teenager you were. There was this time when you fell down the stairs and I did nothing, just watched. I hate interfering. I am a good mother. I put up with your friends till I managed to push them away from our house. They were too cheerful. Peace at last. But now we don't talk. And it's all your fault... your fault.

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The Door Flew Open

Time Remains

The elderly home where she lived was... boring.

One day, the door to her room flew open and there he was, as handsome as ever.

"I have a message. In a minute, a man will show up and tell you something. Just say "yes".

She nodded and wondered. Had he been activated? Odd thing at his age...

"How did you find me?"

"I have my sources." He smiled. "Remember Prague?"

She smiled too.

"OK. Just say yes." And he left.

A knock.

She opened the door. It was him again.

"Will you marry me?"

And all she said was "yes".

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What's That On Your Face?

Asalia House

The crow landed on the arm of the scarecrow.

“Well, I never,” thought the scarecrow.

The crow groomed himself and just sat there.

What on earth. They were supposed to be afraid of him.

A bit of wind made the crow flap the wings briefly.

This is really too much!

"Oh, what's that on your face?" asked the crow.

What, what? The thing was talking!

"That's so sweet. It's a ladybird!"

A ladybird? Where, where?

The crow laughed. "You crossed your eyes!"

The scarecrow smiled.

"Friends? I promise not to eat the crops here."

“Friends.”

And even the ladybird smiled.

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NaNoWriMo 2021 Concluded

 

The past few months have been difficult, to say the least, and I didn't feel like writing new material (a novel). However, I was determined to get back to writing more than 100 words a week. NaNoWriMo was the perfect "excuse". 

Today, I have surpassed the 50k mark thus becoming a (rebel) "winner".

Thank you. You know who you are. Without you and your support, I wouldn't have made it to the end. Every time I felt like giving up, I could hear your voice saying "you can do it". Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Arson

Enoshima

The box sat on the floor. Everyone was quiet, imagining the potential level of devastation it could cause.

“I thought we were torching the place,” said one of them. “These are... well, ammunition for whatever war weapon. We don't have that weapon, do we?”

The question made them snort.

“We could get it,” another ventured.

“It must cost a fortune.”

Everyone mumbled. Destroying the place for the insurance was far more complicated than they had anticipated.

"I don't understand... Why don't we torch the place? Done."

Yep, he was done alright.

Let's face it. Simple solutions aren't always the most fun.

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Unsure

Octoberville

He thought he had led a good life until someone from out of town whispered something in his ear. It wasn't easy to upset him and yet here he was, panicking. He took the fish from the lines where it was drying and hid it in a bag. He looked at his hands and felt the need to wash them, frantically, obsessively. But he just stood there. And he wondered... He wondered if the stranger really knew what he had done, traveling through space but, above all, through time, that time he had so desperately tried to run away from.

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The End

"The End".

She put the pen down, happy.

The book was published. But she abhorred the cover. And she was very vocal about it too. No one listened because the book was a success, "a huge success" as the publisher always made a point of stressing.

OK, fine! So be it.

Her next book was called "The Fool". And she loved the cover, a photo of a foot sticking out of the ground. She had taken it herself with her cellphone. It was much cheaper than hiring some top designer.

Buying the gun, however, did mess up her whole budget...

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NaNoWriMo 2021

Non-fiction. Personal. 50.000 words. November 1-30.

Since Records Began

 

Bridgetown

When it all started, no one expected to understand. They waited. Some waited patiently, others complained. After a while, it was clear that since records began, time had been bent to the limit. What was happening? When? It seemed the safety net everyone knew - seconds, minutes, hours, days - had disappeared. Town clocks were removed. A law was issued. No watches.. What had happened would happen again, multiple times. Everyone got poorer and had to live in shanty towns. But he smiled. The colorful row of light bulbs crossing his street gave him solace.... And he decided not to wait anymore.

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You Saved My Life and Then...

Collins Land

You saved my life and then you followed the disposal protocol. "I must keep moving," you said. And I knew you meant climbing that money ladder. You grabbed my hand to pull me out of that hole they had hidden me in. Those were the worst 5 days of my life, I thought. But... no. That was not true because the worst 5 days of my life were... now. You barked "No need to shower her." And you pointed at me. I smiled at the thought that the kidnappers had been kinder than you and your petty little nauseous vengeance.

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The Heat of the Moment

Amar

What have you done? They put two and two together. They found out. You ran, hid, wore hats and dresses. Ridiculous. What for? What a waste of time. You should've run away. What have you done? Yes, you have killed them all, haven't you? That's what they'll say. And here you were, so full of myself. You answered their questions, all of their questions, and you can't even remember the answers anymore, you buffoon, thinking you could outsmart them all. What now? Now... Now you're in deep shit. But you've escaped once and you'll escape again. For how much longer?

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Over to You...

Franceportnawak

They sat in silence, the three of them, in a luxurious room that was not meant for them.

"We tried."

Outside, everyone scrambled to save themselves.

"Yes, we did."

The icy water didn't stop people from jumping.

"Why bother?"

"We could make it."

"You think?"

They laughed and held up their glasses filled with the best whiskey.

And they sat in silence again.

Suddenly, they heard a deafening noise.

Water. Lots of water.

They knew the end was near.

"Bottoms up, boys!"

"Over to you..." And they looked up. They had never believed in God.

Fear changes everything, doesn't it?

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Doubtful

 

Boudicca's

We looked at the letter, a small candle leading our doubts.

"He disappeared such a long time ago," my friend said.

I nodded and reread the letter.

"Maybe this is an old letter, written a long time ago," she insisted.

I nodded, my brain going over every detail. I knew he hadn't written the letter.

"Did you tell anyone?" she asked in a whisper.

I shook my head.

"Then I shall clear our names," she barked.

"Our names?" I asked, a grin on my face. "You mean... your name."

We had buried him that night.

But I wrote the letter.

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Some Might Say...

LEA 7

Some might say that nothing changed. The empty room was still empty. The beautiful view was still beautiful. The cranky neighbor was still cranky. When I asked the neighbor why you weren't picking up the phone, he shrugged. "But where did she go?" I asked and he walked away. I just stood there, in the middle of an empty room, looking at the beautiful view, wondering. I still had that photo we took together in Brazil, laughing like two lunatics, two happy lunatics. When I terminated the lease on the apartment, I noticed that B, drawn on the dusty kitchen counter.

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Where Do I Begin

BWC Village

"Maybe they want... No, they don't. They just want information, nothing else. That's why they are sitting in that shabby hut. I can smell them from here. They just want a snitch and I'm no snitch. I am committed to the cause. This small house by the river is the perfect place to keep an eye on them. They have no idea I'm here. None." And he chuckled.

When the window shattered, a single shot coming from the shabby hut, he fell.

“Where do I begin..." said the sniper at his debriefing. "If you hesitate, you're done, and he hesitated."

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If I Had a Nickel for Every Time...

Collins Land

If I had a nickel for every time I back-paddled, I'd be rich, he thought. He was the kind of man who never had a clear opinion. He often used the word "potentially". It sounded grand, but he wanted to be left alone, that's all. The problem was that he never wished to be a CEO. He just wanted to get the money, which was very good, and paddle his boat around the lake at his mountain cottage. Work was such a waste of time. He sneered and tossed a nickel into the deep dark waters, making a wish... again.

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Misnomer

Avatar Games

They called her Butterfly not because she was gracious but because she liked to see things fly. Often enough, people had to scatter in all directions when something came flying towards them. When she upgraded from apples and pears to dishes, someone yelled "not the butter". She couldn't care less and off it flew, the dish with the butter on it. It flew straight towards the head of the good old fisherman. He was never the same again. His grumpiness disappeared and he only had eyes for Butterfly who, still today, keeps making things fly. Her latest achievement... a bicycle!

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Discard

 

BCC

Warm and cozy. Discard.

Tea brewing. Discard.

Books and more books. Discard and discard.

That's what he had said. Discard.

But she loved her warm cozy room. Books were her life. How could she discard all she cared for?

And then she would hear his voice, roaring inside her head, discard, discard, discard.

Had he discarded everything too, she asked in a barely audible voice. He turned to face her. If looks could kill...

Discard, you hear me.

And she did.

Becoming a secret agent was not for her, but they sure taught effective ways of.. getting rid of anything.

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Mad

Avidya

"Can you help me? The noise is driving me mad."

"But you're already mad, aren't you?"

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are!"

"I don't think so."

"Oh, for sure."

"Your hair wants cutting."

"What? We were talking about being mad."

"I know, and your hair makes me mad."

"Why?"

"I haven't the slightest idea. It just does. If you knew time as well as I do... "

"You wouldn't waste it."

"Not it. Him."

"I'm confused."

"So am I."

"Is this a riddle?"

"Yes. Have you guessed it yet?"

"No. What's the answer?"

"I haven't the slightest idea. And I'm still mad."

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Letter

Kats Beach

What's the color of a letter? Is an A a whispered amber? Is a B a bitter lemon? He didn't know.

But he kept writing those letters, his stories told in the tones of the chosen color.

The woman at the stand would smile benevolently and nod.

One day, "I have mail for you!" the envelope marked C! Cosmic latte, he said and they chuckled.

She already had many more letters ready and she hoped he'd skip the D, too many dark and deep colors in that one.

He never figured out it was her and she continued to smile.

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Needle

Kronbelt

"Empty. Damn dopehead thief."

Everyone made faces. The place stunk.

"Where to now? He has to be somewhere."

Everyone looked at the deserted road.

"We should..."

"Yes, we should do something."

Everyone looked at the elderly woman, standing at the back, knitting.

"This is no time to be knitting, lady."

She smiled.

"I know where he is."

"Where?!"

"At my home. I'm helping him. And no one, I mean no one, will touch him. He's trying."

"Well, why did you come along in the search party then?"

"Because I like to keep an eye on overly enthusiastic people, let's say!"

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So Many Questions

Avatar Games

I sat at my desk and pondered.

Should I go and interview the man?

Should I shake his hand?

Should I be friendly?

Should I smile?

Should I let him lead the conversation or should I ask him specific questions?

Should I show him the photos? The ones with their faces? The ones where they were still smiling?

And the maps? Should I show him the maps, the ones where the crosses mark the different locations?

Should I ask him...? Should I ask him about the bodies?

And are there more out there? Are there?

Where, please, tell us, where?

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Bonus Outbreak

Time Remains

“Ah, dreams. Those wondrous moments of sheer leisure. Some are just wonderfully peaceful. Others are inspiring. Most are memorable.”

“Really? I don't recall most of my dreams...”

“Poor you... Such a simpleton. All dreams are a bonus, an added plus to our boring existence.”

“To be honest, not all dreams are a bonus. Some are like an outbreak of something weird.”

“You simple, you! Those would be nightmares and not dreams.”

“It does depend, doesn't it?”

“It does?”

“Yes. If one is somewhat masochistic, a nightmare would be a dream.”

"Ahm..."

"I'm not that much of a simpleton, am I?"

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Footnote

Milk Wood

Footnote is the prompt, they said.

Footnote... Something about a writer... no, that's boring.

A mystery then. Something that had remained unspoken for many decades.

OK, let's go crazy then, why not!

Let's add a guillotine, but not just any guillotine, one made of solid gold.

Oh, and the Chinese mafia, determined to get to the said guillotine.

Now, the house. A strange house with secret compartments, dusty and dark.

Plus a few characters, odd characters.

Who's the main character?

Yes, that woman, what's her name...

The bell rang. Damn.

"Your time is up."

The Unspoken Footnote. It's a start!

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Riding Shotgun

Bridgetown

Sitting in the back made him feel sick, very sick.

The vehicles were old and made out of scrap, the rusted parts an adventure each time they bumped against a rock on the road. Plus, it didn't help that all the guys drove like lunatics.

When he was promoted to siting in the front, he couldn't be happier. No more snarky remarks about how green he looked. He was free!

When that unidentified piece of metal poked his right eye out, the first thought that crossed his mind was "it doesn't matter, green no more!"

Priorities, yes, priorities are paramount!

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Trade

Collins Land

Trading vintage posters had become quite the busy activity.

John had a bunch of them hanging on the walls of his study.

He dusted them and created a website to sell them. Trading was for retards.

The phone rang a few days later.

A man was interested. And John was happy.

They met and John opened the trunk of his car.

"No trading."

The man sneered and walked away.

"Hey!"

The man waved dismissively.

John went back home, updated the website, traded a bunch of posters for different ones.

Yup, John, just go with the flow. It'll be less painful.

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What's That On the Horizon?

Milk Wood

She sat there and watched the horizon. The view was stunning. She closed her eyes and waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for. She just knew she had to be there. And she sat for a long time.

A dog barked far away and she snapped out of her hypnotic state. The horizon was still there, the view still stunning.

And then she knew why she had to sit there, waiting.

She knew she had to learn that despite everything she was going through, she could still come back and sit down, quietly, peacefully, and be. Just be.

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Hand

Kronbelt

The hand, the foot, the wall. Don't do it. But they did. A hand, a foot, a wall. Just any wall, just any foot, just any hand. The drawings held the secret, they said. And everyone believed them. We found them. And everyone believed them. They are centuries old. Everyone stared in awe. Scientists came from the capital to check and re-check the wall. And they believed them. By then, it was too late. They couldn't say a word. The hand, the foot, the wall... Tourists loved them. Locals loved them even more. Money and jobs. Yes, money and jobs.

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Don't Press the Button!

Time Remains

"This is a camera. It takes snapshots as all cameras do. However, this is not a real camera," said the seller, smiling.

The client frowned.

"This is a mind-reader."

The client chuckled.

"You don't believe it."

The client shook his head, a sneer on his lips.

"Whatever you do, don't press the red button. This is how it works."

The client held the camera and he just had to... Click.

A snapshot slowly slid out of the camera.

The last thing the seller saw, a mask of horror on his face, was his own death on the client's mind snapshot.

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Stay Safe

France Portnawak

"Stay safe and enjoy the trip."

He repeated these words in his mind, over and over again, while trying to keep his head above the icy water. He knew he didn't have much time left.

"Stay safe and enjoy."

And it had been very enjoyable. Very enjoyable, he repeated in his mind.

Good music, good food, nice company. Very nice.

"Stay and enjoy. How nice."

The water was so cold. He couldn't see anything. He could hear people around him, crying and yelling.

"Stay, be nice."

And he felt he was so far away. It was strange.

"Stay... Stay... Nice..."

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List

Kingpost

"Attention! Today's specials!" said the innkeeper.

The room lit up with enthusiasm.

"Fish and apples!"

A murmur of disappointment...

"Fish, apples AND seagull!"

The crowd went back to the usual chatter, uninterested.

"... and RUM!"

A roar of eagerness thundered throughout the room.

"The fish is fresh and.."

Everyone laughed.

"Well, the rum is OK..."

A round of lively applause.

The innkeeper was sweating profusely by then.

In fact, the rum was the cheapest he could find.

Let's just say the evening ended with him bobbing away inside a barrel, doused in his own rum.

Luckily, they didn't light him up.

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When Will It Stop Raining

Hestium

When will it stop raining?

When will they be able to stop wearing those silly helmets that didn't let them breathe properly?

The people at the monastery couldn't care less, and he admired them for that.

They disregarded the compulsory quarantine, saying they had to help the ones in need.

They made offerings to some obscure entity and they didn't care about the rain.

That's why they walked around wrapped in this odd material they had come up with themselves, and only at night.

When will it stop raining, he thought. He wanted to go and become one of them.

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Saint

Ah, the photo of his old bedroom. He couldn't help but smile. It was there he had taken the first steps towards his amazing career in computers, full of hope and dreams, overshadowing his big sister's remarkable career as a Professor.

Behind the bookshelf, that's where he hid it.

Years later, he went back to fetch it. Gone.

When the cops knocked at his door, he knew the governments of those countries weren't happy with him.

The little code-book... They had it. But how??

Sitting in his cold cell, he tried to figure it out, his sister's sneer haunting him.

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Advanced

France Portnawak

A cool course on something maritime, he couldn't remember what. Something he had seen online, but he hadn't paid much attention. And now he was in this predicament, surrounded by ice and no one in sight. The tiny boat was destroyed and that thing, whatever it was called, frantically blinking some sort of danger signal, was tossed aside.

“And now, Mr. Smart Ass who never reads anything 'til the end? And now? Well, now you're gone.”

People searched for him. They did try...

Surprisingly, the advanced "cool course" had twice as many attendees. People like getting in trouble, don't they?

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River Crossing

Annwan Willows

"River Crossing..." said the sign.

River? There was nothing there, not a single drop of water in sight.

He looked left. He looked right. If he was to cross anything, he'd follow the rules.

Then he took a step forward and looked left and right again. He had always been very cautious.

He looked at his watch and took another step forward.

That's exactly when, out of nowhere, a huge pack of wolves knocked him down.

The locals nicknamed the pack leader River and crossing River where he usually crossed was not a healthy thing to do, cautiously or not!

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Remember

Milk Wood

 The vet's schedule is imprinted on my brain. For many months, that was the most important schedule in my life. Mondays and Tuesdays, morning and afternoon. Wednesdays, afternoon and evening. Thursdays, night shift. Fridays, not there. There were other vets there, of course, but... It wasn't the same thing. They hesitated, read the files ten times, messed up the meds. And I used to ask, not sure whom, please, please, don't let him get really ill on a Friday. Or weekend. The vet's schedule is still imprinted on my brain, but I don't need it anymore. My kitty is gone.

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Unlimited

France Portnawak

 

The phone call was short. The woman spoke fast. The construction or something... The hall is too small...

She spoke too fast. The construction was fine. He checked. The hall was fine too.

The phone call was short. She blabbered a few words. And she hung up. The construction she said, the hall...?

What does she know? She heard stories about this and that and she had the gall to think she could replace him, yes, the gall.

The other phone call was also short. "How much?" The man also replied fast.

No one would ever take his place. Ever.

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Behind a Bush

Beltane

Just pretend that fog is wonderful.

Just pretend the trees are magnificent.

Pretend, just pretend the rays of sun are not burning the grass dry.

Pretend.

Part from your heart.

Part from your soul.

Someone will look for you.

Someone will shout for you.

Just pretend you're not sinking, pretend your whole life is not running through your head, a host of bizarre what ifs.

Just pretend you can still move your legs, pretend the thick mud is not pulling you down, dragging your dreams into the darkness.

Dreams?

There are no dreams. Only tragic nightmares. And the suffocating fog.

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Tilting

Time Remains

Imagine being in hospital. You can't move. You can barely breathe.

No one believes you.

Imagine peering through the window and seeing the elegant bridge crossing the river all lit up, beautiful at night.

Imagine the little dots of light coming from the fishing boats, like fireflies.

Yes, imagine smiling and thinking I will die in a few minutes, but I'll die having the most gorgeous view.

Imagine they still don't believe you. And you still can't breathe.

But you're smiling. You're smiling because that tilted postcard window is your hope, your only hope, the hope that keeps you breathing.

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A toast!

Inaka

“A toast! My kingdom for a toast!” The crowd at the café chuckled. They all knew him. They all loved his silly jokes. The room was always dark. That gave them a sense of protection and the silly, often crude, jokes made them feel like they belonged. One day he didn't show up. They looked for him everywhere. Weeks went by. Then they received a letter at the café. "I'm fine. I got a job digging up some ruins. The archaeologists are OK. But they lack one thing. They don't have toast!" The crowd at the café chuckled once again.

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Wine

Collins Land

Everyone sat at the table and toasted. Everyone smiled. Yes, that fake smile that goes well with wine and the possibility of a new job. He thought about the cool car he'd buy, the shinny new apartment, even the weekend lodge by the lake. And then he blurted out that stupid thing. He had to say it, didn't he? Why? Because he was a moron. "This wine is not one of the best I have had." No more job for you, you simpleton. Why had he decided to apply for a job at a winery? He didn't even like wine.

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Pizza

Collins Land

It's the best food on earth, he said. What did you put in this? It tastes funny. Oh, it's the seasoning. I can't remember, but I tossed everything I had on it. And he laughed, amused by his friends' hesitation. Eat it, eat it. I made plenty of them for the picnic. And they did eat. When they started dropping like flies, he scratched the name of each one of them out from a list. He had that list since he was 13, when they made him eat pizza with rat meat in it. Revenge is such a sweet thing.

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Small Talk

Annwn Willows

Small talk is such an effective way of getting to know people, he thought. The event was promoted as an informal get-together to meet your soulmate. He needed a soulmate, desperately. After the usual introductions and polite smiles, the whole conversation took an unexpected turn when one of the ladies said she enjoyed being tossed in the river. At first, he didn't understand what she meant. He laughed nervously and he noticed she did have a strange color. "It's the river," she said. "Too much pollution." He nodded. Let's just say he didn't find his soulmate. He wasn't that desperate.

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To and Too

Binemist

This train was too cramped. But she had no other option than to take this one.

A man was playing with a rope.

Too cramped, too awkward.

She wanted to get there quickly. The boat was ready and she was ready. Sailing around the world was her dream, and that dream was so close. She only needed to survive this bloody crowded train.

Suddenly, the train hiccuped, startling everyone.

When she woke up, a rope tied her to a pipe on the wall and the police were knocking at the door.

She wanted to scream. Horrified, she realized she couldn't...

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How Does That Grab You?

ChangHigh Trinity Sisters

"How does that grab you?"

Silence. Her friend shrugged, a hint of contempt dripping from his lips.

"Any other ideas?"

Her friend shrugged again.

She was on the verge of screaming and tossing all the brochures in the garbage.

"No cruise, too many germs. No camping, too many bugs. No flying, too many.. what was it again?"

Her friend sneered. She could see he was amused and that only made things worse.

"What about the show?"

He shrugged.

"Bloody hell. Just tell me what you want."

He turned and walked away.

She nodded.

"Yep, not worth it. Glad it's over."

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Get a Life

Trip, fall, get up, stand straight.

Trip, fall, get up, stand straight.

Trip, fall, get up, stand straight.

Drip, crawl, fed up, stand straight.

Drip, maul, fed up, stand.

Blip, tall, fed up, stand.

Trip, trip, drip, blip.

Sip.

Stand.

Straight.

Hate, hate, hate!

Hate...

Well, trip, stand, wait.

The tap sang this song. Drip, trip, blip. On and on.

Stand, wait, stand, wait.

The tap sang this song. On and on.

Skip, blip.

Skip, stand.

Skip, wait.

Skip, the tap sang this song, skip.

No.

Skip.

No.

Slip.

No.

Stand.

Life? What? Life?

What life?

Get a life.

Trip.

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Why is Mother Crying?

Collins Land

Why is mother crying? 

Why does she not listen? 

Why is she stubborn? 

Why? 

Why does she live in the past? 

Why does she have those photos up on the wall? 

The architect. The painter. The President. 

Why? 

They tried, she said once, but she was too good for them. 

Why? 

She sneered in contempt. She was too good for them. 

Why is mother crying? 

Why? 

They never acknowledged her talent, never. 

Why? 

She shrugged away their stupidity. 

Why? 

She doesn't care. She doesn't listen. She is stubborn and will never change. 

Why is mother crying? 

That's why, that's why.

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