Monday, March 27, 2017

1070. Xeroxed

As an artist, Betty wasn't a world beater.
All her sketches were crude things done in charcoal.
The old copier in the basement that brought them to life didn't care.
Her creations - crude charcoal things - would putter around doing little things to draw her attention.

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Friday, March 24, 2017

1069. Time traveler

"It will be better when you're gone," someone shouted at the old man.
What could he do?
He was a boy when the old regime came to power.
Now he was a last, broken down partisan crying in front of a broken statue.

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Thursday, March 23, 2017

1068. Lurid taxonomy

He scratched the fifth name off the list.
Burying his head in his hands, he allowed himself to weep for two minutes.
Even his beloved mahogany-lined study offered him no comfort.
He would never be a proper pornographer with names like these.

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1. Lord Reginald Bottomsly
2. Llewellyn Longfellow 
3. Peter Petersmith
4. The First Earl of Henley on Balls
5. Cecil Sexworth

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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

1067. Hungry eyes

They bought a house.
Inside was a black market audio cassette recording of the "Dirty Dancing" soundtrack.
It was a trap.
They were never seen again.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

1066. Slightly chapped

For the purposes of this story, please assume the world is down to its last ChapStick (cherry).
Further, please allow that this occurred due to a complex interplay of societal and economic conditions.
In this scenario, world leaders and billionaires haggle over who would own this ChapStick and how.
Bart - a security guard - renders this discussion moot after using the aforementioned salve on his lips after a day in the dry air of the vault.

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Monday, March 20, 2017

1065. Post-industrial production methods

The cardboard cube was waiting on her step when she got home.
Opening it, she paused to pop, pop, pop some of the layered bubble wrapping.
She breathed deep, savouring the contents - ethically-sourced, small batch hope.
Closing the box to trap the remaining sentiment, she wondered if she'd be able to afford market rate for hope once her free trial ended.

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Sunday, March 19, 2017

1064. Healthy living

How fragile is this thing called health.
He realized that now.
Each moment was a new anguish that felt like it would last forever.
And that - shhh - was the end of the first day.


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Friday, March 17, 2017

1063. Name, rank, serial number

"Sir, I'm Special Agent Johnson and I need to ask you some questions."
"I'll show you a special agent john-"
"Sir, I've heard that one before."
The scene ends with the sound of closing handcuffs.

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Thursday, March 16, 2017

1062. Marmaduke

It was the Marmaduke sweater.
It was the vital clue.
It was the key to all things.
It was the Marmaduke sweater.

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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

1061. Ned

Ned's face was hot under the mask.
Sweat was beading and sliding down his neck.
What was this protest even about?
Was this even a movement?


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