The Stories
This one? Or This One?
The optometrist flipped the lenses back and forth as he tested my vision, asking him over and over which one I liked better. Being borderline blind I wasn’t sure which one I liked better, but I was 100% positive that if he didn’t stop flipping the lenses every 2.5 seconds I was going to murder him.
- Pat Lane
This story is inspired by true events. I'm thinking of moving this little site over to Tumblr, mainly because the weebly editing system makes the process of posting a story and sharing it difficult and frustrating. I posted this story on Tumblr and shared it automatically in a matter of seconds. Anyway, if you care to please check out the tumblr site that I'm experimenting with and let me know what you think.
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The optometrist flipped the lenses back and forth as he tested my vision, asking him over and over which one I liked better. Being borderline blind I wasn’t sure which one I liked better, but I was 100% positive that if he didn’t stop flipping the lenses every 2.5 seconds I was going to murder him.
- Pat Lane
This story is inspired by true events. I'm thinking of moving this little site over to Tumblr, mainly because the weebly editing system makes the process of posting a story and sharing it difficult and frustrating. I posted this story on Tumblr and shared it automatically in a matter of seconds. Anyway, if you care to please check out the tumblr site that I'm experimenting with and let me know what you think.
http://miniaturefiction.tumblr.com/
Skyfall
They'd always said it could never happen so much so that it became a joke, an example of the impossible. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling" people would say and then laugh, as if joking about horrible worldwide emergency could make their regular problems seem trivial. Now, with the sky literally falling and exposing the people of Earth to the blackness of space they all regretted they had ever joked about something so awful; if only they had known.
- Pat Lane
This ends my series of stories I've been trying to write over the last month or so. The new 007 movie is out, and I always liked the titles of the various movies and how ridiculous they are sometimes. I wasn't sure I'd be able to write stories based on the titles, considering how crazy some of them are, but I did it. Whew.
They'd always said it could never happen so much so that it became a joke, an example of the impossible. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling" people would say and then laugh, as if joking about horrible worldwide emergency could make their regular problems seem trivial. Now, with the sky literally falling and exposing the people of Earth to the blackness of space they all regretted they had ever joked about something so awful; if only they had known.
- Pat Lane
This ends my series of stories I've been trying to write over the last month or so. The new 007 movie is out, and I always liked the titles of the various movies and how ridiculous they are sometimes. I wasn't sure I'd be able to write stories based on the titles, considering how crazy some of them are, but I did it. Whew.
Quantum of Solace
"Just a little peace, thats all I want is just a little peace and quiet," Craig said as he buried his head between two pillows. Neither he nor his wife had slept in days and with the kids screaming again, he knew the streak was likely to continue.
- Pat Lane
"Just a little peace, thats all I want is just a little peace and quiet," Craig said as he buried his head between two pillows. Neither he nor his wife had slept in days and with the kids screaming again, he knew the streak was likely to continue.
- Pat Lane
Casino Royale
At the Royal Casino of Maryland, the poker playing and black jack dealing goes on 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The Casino had long ago taken control of the State of Maryland after the United States Government tried to shut them down. The War for Independence had been long and bloody, but now there was no doubt that Maryland stands alone.
- Pat Lane
At the Royal Casino of Maryland, the poker playing and black jack dealing goes on 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The Casino had long ago taken control of the State of Maryland after the United States Government tried to shut them down. The War for Independence had been long and bloody, but now there was no doubt that Maryland stands alone.
- Pat Lane
Muscle Hamster Confessions
The confessional was muggy, almost damp, and my eyes hadn't adjusted to the dim light yet when I crossed myself, my heart pounding against my chest, and began the recitation of my sins, mortal and otherwise. "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, my last confession was six weeks ago." The priest grunted in acknowledgement and I continued, breath trapped in my throat, sweat rolling down my brow: "Father, forgive me, for I fucking sat Doug fucking Martin last week."
- C.D. Carter
The confessional was muggy, almost damp, and my eyes hadn't adjusted to the dim light yet when I crossed myself, my heart pounding against my chest, and began the recitation of my sins, mortal and otherwise. "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, my last confession was six weeks ago." The priest grunted in acknowledgement and I continued, breath trapped in my throat, sweat rolling down my brow: "Father, forgive me, for I fucking sat Doug fucking Martin last week."
- C.D. Carter
Only Pain, Only Resentment
When I first started playing fantasy football I thought it was "fun", that it would help me learn more about individual players and be able to talk to guys about more things than how awful the Redskins are doing. Now I realize fantasy football is really only based on pain and resentment. Players want to cause their friends pain, and losers are filled to the breaking with resentment. What a great game right?
- Pat Lane
When I first started playing fantasy football I thought it was "fun", that it would help me learn more about individual players and be able to talk to guys about more things than how awful the Redskins are doing. Now I realize fantasy football is really only based on pain and resentment. Players want to cause their friends pain, and losers are filled to the breaking with resentment. What a great game right?
- Pat Lane
Die Another Day
Howard felt the 15 bullets slam into his body, each one hitting different vital organs and ripping out chunks of flesh all over him. Laying on the ground he felt his life essence leaving; he closed his eyes and waited to die. Two hours later he decided maybe he should try to get to a hospital, his plan to die had been foiled again and he'd have to try again later.
- Pat Lane
Howard felt the 15 bullets slam into his body, each one hitting different vital organs and ripping out chunks of flesh all over him. Laying on the ground he felt his life essence leaving; he closed his eyes and waited to die. Two hours later he decided maybe he should try to get to a hospital, his plan to die had been foiled again and he'd have to try again later.
- Pat Lane
The World Is Not Enough
It had finally happened, his lifelong goal of being elected the unquestioned lord and master of the world, but he knew now that it wasn't enough; it could never be enough. He reached into his safe and removed the super secret, multi-trillion dollar plan to build an interstellar warship. He understood he'd never be happy until he was the unquestioned lord and master of the Universe.
- Pat Lane
It had finally happened, his lifelong goal of being elected the unquestioned lord and master of the world, but he knew now that it wasn't enough; it could never be enough. He reached into his safe and removed the super secret, multi-trillion dollar plan to build an interstellar warship. He understood he'd never be happy until he was the unquestioned lord and master of the Universe.
- Pat Lane
Over Lord
John was very confused as he watched millions of people expressing their joy over the election on various news channels and social media. He looked out the window at the barbed wire fences around his neighborhood and the 5 military drones patrolling the streets looking for curfew violators. John wondered why everyone was so excited about their oppressive Overlord being re-elected again, but of course he would never dare say something out loud.
- Pat Lane
John was very confused as he watched millions of people expressing their joy over the election on various news channels and social media. He looked out the window at the barbed wire fences around his neighborhood and the 5 military drones patrolling the streets looking for curfew violators. John wondered why everyone was so excited about their oppressive Overlord being re-elected again, but of course he would never dare say something out loud.
- Pat Lane
Tomorrow Never Dies
As the results of the latest election rolled in I tried to buoy my spirits by thinking two things: "There's always tomorrow" and "Tomorrow never dies." Tomorrow never dies means you can't kill the future, you can always imagine the future being brighter. Little did I know that in my neighborhood the Revolution had already started and we were all surely doomed, doomed for all time.
- Pat Lane
As the results of the latest election rolled in I tried to buoy my spirits by thinking two things: "There's always tomorrow" and "Tomorrow never dies." Tomorrow never dies means you can't kill the future, you can always imagine the future being brighter. Little did I know that in my neighborhood the Revolution had already started and we were all surely doomed, doomed for all time.
- Pat Lane
Goldeneye
Light gleamed off his golden eye, a high tech machine that allowed him to see great distances and zoom in and observe things closely. In the past it had been pointed out to him that he could use his incredible Goldeneye for good, instead he used it to get a better view of the screen at movie theaters.
- Pat Lane
Light gleamed off his golden eye, a high tech machine that allowed him to see great distances and zoom in and observe things closely. In the past it had been pointed out to him that he could use his incredible Goldeneye for good, instead he used it to get a better view of the screen at movie theaters.
- Pat Lane
License to Kill
The red and blue LED lights from the police car flashed in his rear view mirror and James began mentally prepping his explanation as he pulled the sports car over. When the officer stepped up to his window James handed him license, registration, and his freshly minted License to Kill. Officer Moriarty studied the documents, glanced at the dead body in the back seat and decided everything was in order before allowing James to go and writing him a warning for speeding.
- Pat Lane
The red and blue LED lights from the police car flashed in his rear view mirror and James began mentally prepping his explanation as he pulled the sports car over. When the officer stepped up to his window James handed him license, registration, and his freshly minted License to Kill. Officer Moriarty studied the documents, glanced at the dead body in the back seat and decided everything was in order before allowing James to go and writing him a warning for speeding.
- Pat Lane
The Living Daylights
Eric was over a 1,000 years old and had not seen the sun during most of that time, as a vampire it was impossible to glimpse the suns rays. Luckily for him he was the inventor of Daylights, a type of light that successfully mimicked walking around in broad day light without the dangerous side effects. It kept him from going insane like most other vampires.
- Pat Lane
Eric was over a 1,000 years old and had not seen the sun during most of that time, as a vampire it was impossible to glimpse the suns rays. Luckily for him he was the inventor of Daylights, a type of light that successfully mimicked walking around in broad day light without the dangerous side effects. It kept him from going insane like most other vampires.
- Pat Lane
A View To A Kill
Lori's therapist insisted that this was a truly sick way to get off; and had actually threatened to call the police several times. Lori couldn't help it though; she didn't arrange the killings or choose the murderers and victims, she just had the right connections. She had a biological need to watch murders up close and personal, she craved it.
- Pat Lane
Lori's therapist insisted that this was a truly sick way to get off; and had actually threatened to call the police several times. Lori couldn't help it though; she didn't arrange the killings or choose the murderers and victims, she just had the right connections. She had a biological need to watch murders up close and personal, she craved it.
- Pat Lane
The Spy Who Loved Me
Leonard had always thought he'd been lucky to be married to Christine. She was beautiful, smart, funny and had a great job. He found out the hard way that she was a also a highly trained super spy for the United States government when someone from the State Department came to his house to inform him that Christine's "business trip" had resulted in her untimely death at the hands of terrorists.
- Pat Lane
Leonard had always thought he'd been lucky to be married to Christine. She was beautiful, smart, funny and had a great job. He found out the hard way that she was a also a highly trained super spy for the United States government when someone from the State Department came to his house to inform him that Christine's "business trip" had resulted in her untimely death at the hands of terrorists.
- Pat Lane
Killing For the Party
The Election was finally here; the Assassin had hoped his services wouldn't be needed this year, but that was not to be. Two days out from the Election, a young woman knew a horrifying secret about one of the candidates and was threatening to go to the media. It was unfortunate, but as he pulled the trigger the Assassin knew she had to die and simultaneously knew this is what he was born for.
- Pat Lane
**This story is inspired by the title of one of frequent contributor C.D. Carter's Halloween short stories. You can find his "Killing for the Party" and many other Halloween stories by clicking on the links above and heading to his Kindle Store page. Its a collection for the low, low price of 99 cents and is well worth it.**
The Election was finally here; the Assassin had hoped his services wouldn't be needed this year, but that was not to be. Two days out from the Election, a young woman knew a horrifying secret about one of the candidates and was threatening to go to the media. It was unfortunate, but as he pulled the trigger the Assassin knew she had to die and simultaneously knew this is what he was born for.
- Pat Lane
**This story is inspired by the title of one of frequent contributor C.D. Carter's Halloween short stories. You can find his "Killing for the Party" and many other Halloween stories by clicking on the links above and heading to his Kindle Store page. Its a collection for the low, low price of 99 cents and is well worth it.**
For Your Eye's Only
The President's chief advisor scanned the front cover marked with numerous stamps that meant Top Secret. Opening it revealed a picture of the President clearly engaged in sick, twisted, Satanic rituals.Times had changed, but even in 2034 the American public wasn't ready for this, he had no choice but to burn the photos.
- Pat Lane
The President's chief advisor scanned the front cover marked with numerous stamps that meant Top Secret. Opening it revealed a picture of the President clearly engaged in sick, twisted, Satanic rituals.Times had changed, but even in 2034 the American public wasn't ready for this, he had no choice but to burn the photos.
- Pat Lane
Moonraker
Lonely and tired, Robert continued his thankless, boring job. He appreciated the vast sums he was earning during his time of isolation. He just didn't understand why the Federal Government would employ several thousand men to carefully rake the entire surface of the moon for two years.
- Pat Lane
Lonely and tired, Robert continued his thankless, boring job. He appreciated the vast sums he was earning during his time of isolation. He just didn't understand why the Federal Government would employ several thousand men to carefully rake the entire surface of the moon for two years.
- Pat Lane
The Man With the Golden Gun
His gun wasn't literally golden, but that's what people called it after seeing it gleam brightly at night. Paul had coated it in a radioactive isotope so that it would glow at night. Killing zombies was dangerous work and he never wanted to lose his gun if he dropped it.
- Pat Lane
His gun wasn't literally golden, but that's what people called it after seeing it gleam brightly at night. Paul had coated it in a radioactive isotope so that it would glow at night. Killing zombies was dangerous work and he never wanted to lose his gun if he dropped it.
- Pat Lane
Live and Let Die
Her parents had always said, "live and let live," encouraging her not to be bothered by things people do. As she grew up, Lois became hardened and started using going by her own way. This included killing those she deemed no longer fit for society, her own personal Darwinism.
- Pat Lane
Her parents had always said, "live and let live," encouraging her not to be bothered by things people do. As she grew up, Lois became hardened and started using going by her own way. This included killing those she deemed no longer fit for society, her own personal Darwinism.
- Pat Lane
Diamonds Are Forever
When the zombiepocalypse came, Leslie sold all of her possessions for the thing she knew was most important. Now, holed up in her basement she was surrounded by beautiful diamonds. She'd sought them out because she needed something that would last and everyone knows diamonds are forever, food spoils in a week.
- Pat Lane
When the zombiepocalypse came, Leslie sold all of her possessions for the thing she knew was most important. Now, holed up in her basement she was surrounded by beautiful diamonds. She'd sought them out because she needed something that would last and everyone knows diamonds are forever, food spoils in a week.
- Pat Lane
Reality Football
He hadn't watched a game in its purest form for so very long. It was strange, sitting there on the couch, watching a contest the way it was meant to be seen: through the lens of winning and losing, of strategy and lucky bounces and competitiveness that sent grown men headlong into each other, breaking bones and bruising brains with no consideration for tomorrow. He did not root for the offense to stall at the thirty yard line so his kicker could collect four points, because this was reality.
- C.D. Carter C.D. has a new ebook available on the Kindle store featuring 9 Halloween themed scary short stories. They are good. I guarantee satisfaction. Plus, today 10.19.2012 the collection is FREE FREE FREE FREE!!!! Go get it!!
He hadn't watched a game in its purest form for so very long. It was strange, sitting there on the couch, watching a contest the way it was meant to be seen: through the lens of winning and losing, of strategy and lucky bounces and competitiveness that sent grown men headlong into each other, breaking bones and bruising brains with no consideration for tomorrow. He did not root for the offense to stall at the thirty yard line so his kicker could collect four points, because this was reality.
- C.D. Carter C.D. has a new ebook available on the Kindle store featuring 9 Halloween themed scary short stories. They are good. I guarantee satisfaction. Plus, today 10.19.2012 the collection is FREE FREE FREE FREE!!!! Go get it!!
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
Diving the spacecraft rapidly through the atmosphere he prepared to die as he felt the heat permeate the ships interior. He'd lived a life good enough to satisfy 1,000 men, but now it was all over. The Queen had given him a mission and he was going to see it through.
- Pat Lane
Diving the spacecraft rapidly through the atmosphere he prepared to die as he felt the heat permeate the ships interior. He'd lived a life good enough to satisfy 1,000 men, but now it was all over. The Queen had given him a mission and he was going to see it through.
- Pat Lane
A Marriage License to Thrill
She walks proudly down the aisle, resplendent in her elaborate taffeta and white bridal gown and ignores the niggles of doubt; the questions that shoot into her heart, repeatedly thrown by anxious but well-intentioned friends and family. Yes, he’d had a past but who hadn’t? As she gets closer to her tuxedoed groom and catches that familiar glint in his eye, she knows that this is what she’d always dreamt of; she’d wanted the excitement, she’d yearned for the thrill and she couldn’t wait to finally say-‘The name’s Bond…Mrs. James Bond…’
- Khurshid Khatib
She walks proudly down the aisle, resplendent in her elaborate taffeta and white bridal gown and ignores the niggles of doubt; the questions that shoot into her heart, repeatedly thrown by anxious but well-intentioned friends and family. Yes, he’d had a past but who hadn’t? As she gets closer to her tuxedoed groom and catches that familiar glint in his eye, she knows that this is what she’d always dreamt of; she’d wanted the excitement, she’d yearned for the thrill and she couldn’t wait to finally say-‘The name’s Bond…Mrs. James Bond…’
- Khurshid Khatib
Diamonds Are Forever
When the zombiepocalypse came, Leslie sold all of her possessions for the thing she knew was most important. Now, holed up in her basement she was surrounded by beautiful diamonds. She'd sought them out because she needed something that would last and everyone knows diamonds are forever, food spoils in a week.
- Pat Lane
When the zombiepocalypse came, Leslie sold all of her possessions for the thing she knew was most important. Now, holed up in her basement she was surrounded by beautiful diamonds. She'd sought them out because she needed something that would last and everyone knows diamonds are forever, food spoils in a week.
- Pat Lane
You Only Live Twice
Mark, the wannabee goth kid, smiled as his new tattoo of a smokey skeleton was finished on his right cheek. Laughing he said, "I told my parents to shut up and that I can do whatever I want, you only live once." The tattoo artist gave a smile of his own as his Vampire teeth descended and hit bit into Mark, "Sometimes you live more than once...."
- Pat Lane
I like this one because it continues my theme of James Bond inspired stories, and is kind of Halloween themed as well. Don't forget to check out C.D. Carter's group of Halloween stories on the Kindle Store, details at the top of this page.
Mark, the wannabee goth kid, smiled as his new tattoo of a smokey skeleton was finished on his right cheek. Laughing he said, "I told my parents to shut up and that I can do whatever I want, you only live once." The tattoo artist gave a smile of his own as his Vampire teeth descended and hit bit into Mark, "Sometimes you live more than once...."
- Pat Lane
I like this one because it continues my theme of James Bond inspired stories, and is kind of Halloween themed as well. Don't forget to check out C.D. Carter's group of Halloween stories on the Kindle Store, details at the top of this page.
Thunderball
Dr. Zang had finally done it. He'd harnessed electricity in a way that would revolutionize portable power with his new battery design that he called a Thunderball, because of its distinct clear casing that allowed the holder to see inside its incredibly bright inner workings. Ironically for Dr. Zang, he held it too tight, cracking the case and allowing the super charged electricity to spill forth and kill him instantly.
- Pat Lane
Dr. Zang had finally done it. He'd harnessed electricity in a way that would revolutionize portable power with his new battery design that he called a Thunderball, because of its distinct clear casing that allowed the holder to see inside its incredibly bright inner workings. Ironically for Dr. Zang, he held it too tight, cracking the case and allowing the super charged electricity to spill forth and kill him instantly.
- Pat Lane
An Old Friend
I bumped into him on my way home from work, an old friend I hadn’t seen for a while; gone but always in the back of my mind. It’s good to feel his warm touch, he brings the smell of rain on a hot street and makes everything seem lighter. Welcome back summer, my old friend.
- WifiTypewriter
I bumped into him on my way home from work, an old friend I hadn’t seen for a while; gone but always in the back of my mind. It’s good to feel his warm touch, he brings the smell of rain on a hot street and makes everything seem lighter. Welcome back summer, my old friend.
- WifiTypewriter
Karma
Luckily her right incisor was knocked loose by her captor's sucker punch before duct taping her wrists and locking her in the trunk. A bloody, toothless grin beamed across her face as she held back the laugh that grew like an atomic bomb in her belly. She slowly cut the tape with the tooth, grasped the tire iron firmly with the hand that wasn't shattered in the struggle and waited patiently for this jerk to lift up the trunk lid, "Happy Halloween."
- K to the C
Luckily her right incisor was knocked loose by her captor's sucker punch before duct taping her wrists and locking her in the trunk. A bloody, toothless grin beamed across her face as she held back the laugh that grew like an atomic bomb in her belly. She slowly cut the tape with the tooth, grasped the tire iron firmly with the hand that wasn't shattered in the struggle and waited patiently for this jerk to lift up the trunk lid, "Happy Halloween."
- K to the C
Goldfinger
His life had changed when the tractor trailer slammed into his tiny econobox on the highway. Now the only way he could manipulate objects was with his arms was through the use of a specially designed, computer controlled, golden finger on his right hand.
- Pat Lane
His life had changed when the tractor trailer slammed into his tiny econobox on the highway. Now the only way he could manipulate objects was with his arms was through the use of a specially designed, computer controlled, golden finger on his right hand.
- Pat Lane
Still No Coffee, So Murder
There were certain things I could never stand about the job I left today; among them was the perpetual lack of coffee grinds, even the cheap kind that tasted something like liquified garbage warmed over. I made a big pot of Joe this morning though, high quality jet fuel, with just a touch of Clorox for our office's primary coffee hog.
- C.D. Carter
It's the Halloween season everyone, and frequent contributor C.D. Carter happens to have several scary stories available on the Kindle store. Check them out!
There were certain things I could never stand about the job I left today; among them was the perpetual lack of coffee grinds, even the cheap kind that tasted something like liquified garbage warmed over. I made a big pot of Joe this morning though, high quality jet fuel, with just a touch of Clorox for our office's primary coffee hog.
- C.D. Carter
It's the Halloween season everyone, and frequent contributor C.D. Carter happens to have several scary stories available on the Kindle store. Check them out!
So, What Are You Going To Be For Halloween?
Pat heard the routine October question and responded honestly, without thinking, "I was planning on killing you and wearing your face as a mask." Dennis, taken aback, turned and started to interject. Before Dennis could open his big, fat mouth the knife was already sliding in, Pat needed to work quickly if he wanted to get ready in time for the costume party.
*DON'T BE SO SERIOUS PEOPLE! ITS JUST A STORY, AND ITS HALLOWEEN TIME!!!*
- Pat Lane
Pat heard the routine October question and responded honestly, without thinking, "I was planning on killing you and wearing your face as a mask." Dennis, taken aback, turned and started to interject. Before Dennis could open his big, fat mouth the knife was already sliding in, Pat needed to work quickly if he wanted to get ready in time for the costume party.
*DON'T BE SO SERIOUS PEOPLE! ITS JUST A STORY, AND ITS HALLOWEEN TIME!!!*
- Pat Lane
From Russia With Love
His raging alcoholism destroyed his life. Even worse, there was only one kind of alcohol he could tolerate. It had to be specially delivered and over nighted from Russia on a daily basis. It was sent to him from an equally mentally ill person in Russia who felt compelled to ship genuine Russian vodka all over the world for free.
- Pat Lane
His raging alcoholism destroyed his life. Even worse, there was only one kind of alcohol he could tolerate. It had to be specially delivered and over nighted from Russia on a daily basis. It was sent to him from an equally mentally ill person in Russia who felt compelled to ship genuine Russian vodka all over the world for free.
- Pat Lane
I Need to be Warm
When I woke up in early October and felt the cold sting of 45 degree weather, I knew I was doing the right thing. I checked my car to confirm it was still running, the engine having pumped out harmful chemicals into the atmosphere all night. The people on the news kept telling me that cars caused global warming, but god damn it they weren't moving fast enough.
- Pat Lane
When I woke up in early October and felt the cold sting of 45 degree weather, I knew I was doing the right thing. I checked my car to confirm it was still running, the engine having pumped out harmful chemicals into the atmosphere all night. The people on the news kept telling me that cars caused global warming, but god damn it they weren't moving fast enough.
- Pat Lane
Dr. No
Independently wealthy, it had cost him only a small fraction of his vast fortune to get his doctorate and open up the office. Being a doctor didn't make him happy, but it did satisfy his horrifying mental illness. He gained a sick kind of pleasure, or at least the closest he could get to pleasure, by diagnosing patients and then flat out denying them care and refusing to treat them in any way.
- Pat Lane
Independently wealthy, it had cost him only a small fraction of his vast fortune to get his doctorate and open up the office. Being a doctor didn't make him happy, but it did satisfy his horrifying mental illness. He gained a sick kind of pleasure, or at least the closest he could get to pleasure, by diagnosing patients and then flat out denying them care and refusing to treat them in any way.
- Pat Lane
Beyond the Red Line
Baltimore Police Sgt. Danny Lange and his partner were running after a suspect, gaining on him fast. The only problem is they are crossed over the Red Line, the demarcation of the city of Baltimore and the Quarantine Zone where the mutants live. Hidden from Lange's view, a dangerous mutant was preparing to strike.
- Pat Lane
Baltimore Police Sgt. Danny Lange and his partner were running after a suspect, gaining on him fast. The only problem is they are crossed over the Red Line, the demarcation of the city of Baltimore and the Quarantine Zone where the mutants live. Hidden from Lange's view, a dangerous mutant was preparing to strike.
- Pat Lane
Super First World Problem
I dropped my brand new iPhone 8 on the ground and the translucent, flexible screen cracked into 15 high tech shards. My jailbroken iPad 4 crashed and lost all my files. My satellite connected, 18 camera security system was hacked and now its worthless.
- Pat Lane
I dropped my brand new iPhone 8 on the ground and the translucent, flexible screen cracked into 15 high tech shards. My jailbroken iPad 4 crashed and lost all my files. My satellite connected, 18 camera security system was hacked and now its worthless.
- Pat Lane
Flaming Rage
The fire burned hot, in his head and in the saucer-shaped pit, around which seven friends drunkenly gathered. He, however, only pretended to sip his beer. The night's plans required a clear head and an empty conscious. He watched Pat inch closer to fire pit, and the flames that would soon melt the flesh from his bones licked at his jeans.
- C.D. Carter
The fire burned hot, in his head and in the saucer-shaped pit, around which seven friends drunkenly gathered. He, however, only pretended to sip his beer. The night's plans required a clear head and an empty conscious. He watched Pat inch closer to fire pit, and the flames that would soon melt the flesh from his bones licked at his jeans.
- C.D. Carter
The Indestructible Mailbox
Ralph Fulmer struggled with the last lag bolt, tightening it with an accompanied grimace. This was his masterpiece, a cement and iron country mailbox, absolutely indestructible to the bored punks who regularly leveled mailboxes with ball bats on drunken Saturday nights. The shrieking whir of his hammer drill muffled the frightening screech of Otto Blake's 76' Dodge pickup, as it careened into Ralph, his mailbox and his indestructible legacy.
- Rumford Johnny
Ralph Fulmer struggled with the last lag bolt, tightening it with an accompanied grimace. This was his masterpiece, a cement and iron country mailbox, absolutely indestructible to the bored punks who regularly leveled mailboxes with ball bats on drunken Saturday nights. The shrieking whir of his hammer drill muffled the frightening screech of Otto Blake's 76' Dodge pickup, as it careened into Ralph, his mailbox and his indestructible legacy.
- Rumford Johnny
Did I Just Make That Happen With My Mind?
When I saw the jerk run the red light, nearly hitting three cars and running over an innocent pedestrian I'll admit that I had less than kind thoughts about him. The two second flash of anger that rushed through my brain included fantasies of the idiot losing his job and his wife cheating on him. Three seconds after that when his car lost control and went spinning into a ditch, I thought that was almost just.... almost, but not quite.
- Pat Lane
When I saw the jerk run the red light, nearly hitting three cars and running over an innocent pedestrian I'll admit that I had less than kind thoughts about him. The two second flash of anger that rushed through my brain included fantasies of the idiot losing his job and his wife cheating on him. Three seconds after that when his car lost control and went spinning into a ditch, I thought that was almost just.... almost, but not quite.
- Pat Lane
Chained
His captors had bound his hands, feet, knees, neck, chest, and shoulders; they had bound all his strength to the cold steel table. He didn't struggle, he simply waited, gathering his strength for the right moment.
- Pat Lane
His captors had bound his hands, feet, knees, neck, chest, and shoulders; they had bound all his strength to the cold steel table. He didn't struggle, he simply waited, gathering his strength for the right moment.
- Pat Lane
Tilting at Windmills
I tried my best, fighting against the system, everyone had told me they were unbeatable. There were right, so so very right. God damn it all to hell.
- Pat Lane
I tried my best, fighting against the system, everyone had told me they were unbeatable. There were right, so so very right. God damn it all to hell.
- Pat Lane
An Infinite Sadness
He had no one to blame for all the sadness inside him. It gnawed at him, kept him awake at nights and ruined his dreams. And reading Frost didn't help, because it reminded him of all the miles to go before he found peace.
- Alawi H
He had no one to blame for all the sadness inside him. It gnawed at him, kept him awake at nights and ruined his dreams. And reading Frost didn't help, because it reminded him of all the miles to go before he found peace.
- Alawi H
Beefy Jerk
He wore a red bandana around his messy surfer-blond hair, there was a gaping hole in the back of his cargo shorts that exposed Hawaiian floral print boxers, and he was chewing on a stick of beef jerky. The margins of her crossword puzzle became littered with the punchlines of revenge fantasies, like the one where he was dismembered in an emergency water landing and she used his torso as a flotation device.
- Mariel
He wore a red bandana around his messy surfer-blond hair, there was a gaping hole in the back of his cargo shorts that exposed Hawaiian floral print boxers, and he was chewing on a stick of beef jerky. The margins of her crossword puzzle became littered with the punchlines of revenge fantasies, like the one where he was dismembered in an emergency water landing and she used his torso as a flotation device.
- Mariel
Sunday Funday
Weeks of asking, of pleading and negotiating, had finally paid off -- Cecil was coming over to watch the four o'clock games. Randy buzzed with anticipation because he knew that by five minutes after four, he'd be watching the Skins' game next to the still-warm corpse of one Cecil D. Hargrove, who had so rudely denied his fantasy trade three days earlier.
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Weeks of asking, of pleading and negotiating, had finally paid off -- Cecil was coming over to watch the four o'clock games. Randy buzzed with anticipation because he knew that by five minutes after four, he'd be watching the Skins' game next to the still-warm corpse of one Cecil D. Hargrove, who had so rudely denied his fantasy trade three days earlier.
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There is No "I" in T-E-A-M
Andrew finishing picking out the wardrobe featuring matching shoes, socks, pants, belt, shirt, gloves and hats. "Now look, we want to look like a team here, like we're all on the same page and nothing can get in our way." Little Johnny glanced up at his father, "Dad... we're just going to the mall."
- Pat Lane
Andrew finishing picking out the wardrobe featuring matching shoes, socks, pants, belt, shirt, gloves and hats. "Now look, we want to look like a team here, like we're all on the same page and nothing can get in our way." Little Johnny glanced up at his father, "Dad... we're just going to the mall."
- Pat Lane
The Moment
The moment his experimental space ship left orbit, he felt vindicated. Moments later an engine blew out and sent him hurtling into deep space, lost forever. Now he knew why they all said he was crazy.
- Pat Lane
The moment his experimental space ship left orbit, he felt vindicated. Moments later an engine blew out and sent him hurtling into deep space, lost forever. Now he knew why they all said he was crazy.
- Pat Lane
Well.... That Went... Awesome
He told himself over and over not to get emotionally invested in things. Time after time, things outside his control crushed his spirit and made him wonder if life was worth living. Today was no different as he stared at the scoreboard and realized that the black hole of life had sucked out his soul, leaving him with nothing.
- Pat Lane
He told himself over and over not to get emotionally invested in things. Time after time, things outside his control crushed his spirit and made him wonder if life was worth living. Today was no different as he stared at the scoreboard and realized that the black hole of life had sucked out his soul, leaving him with nothing.
- Pat Lane
Pigskin Spinning
The football's laces spun, tight and true, a dozen revolutions per second, toward its target moving step for step with his defender, who grabbed and scratched clawed while the contest's final seconds ticked away. Hands went up, the ball came down, fans stood up, the quarterback fell down, and a hundred thousand fantasy fiends left their bodies as they lost or won or tied when the ball finally stopped its spinning.
- C.D. Carter
As usual, based on a true story. Miniature Fiction's most frequent guest artist also has several short stories available at the Kindle Store. Check them out today.
The football's laces spun, tight and true, a dozen revolutions per second, toward its target moving step for step with his defender, who grabbed and scratched clawed while the contest's final seconds ticked away. Hands went up, the ball came down, fans stood up, the quarterback fell down, and a hundred thousand fantasy fiends left their bodies as they lost or won or tied when the ball finally stopped its spinning.
- C.D. Carter
As usual, based on a true story. Miniature Fiction's most frequent guest artist also has several short stories available at the Kindle Store. Check them out today.
I Thought I Was Out.... But They Pulled Me Back In
I told everyone it was over, that I was done, finished and was never going back. But its not over. It's never over.
- Pat Lane
I told everyone it was over, that I was done, finished and was never going back. But its not over. It's never over.
- Pat Lane
Coffee and the Morning Pick-Me-Up
The office had no coffee maker, and when someone brought one in, the office had no coffee, and when someone purchased a giant tub of coffee grounds, the new coffee maker broke, and since instant coffee tasted something like stale piss, I decided I'd do cocaine instead.
- C.D. Carter
As usual, based on a true story. Miniature Fiction's most frequent guest artist also has several short stories available at the Kindle Store. Check them out today.
The office had no coffee maker, and when someone brought one in, the office had no coffee, and when someone purchased a giant tub of coffee grounds, the new coffee maker broke, and since instant coffee tasted something like stale piss, I decided I'd do cocaine instead.
- C.D. Carter
As usual, based on a true story. Miniature Fiction's most frequent guest artist also has several short stories available at the Kindle Store. Check them out today.
Reason for Optimism?
He'd been convinced there was no need to go on, that he had nothing to live for. But when he began to beat his best friend in the game of Modern Warfare and saw just how devastated Charlie was he decided maybe life was worth living after all.
- Pat Lane
He'd been convinced there was no need to go on, that he had nothing to live for. But when he began to beat his best friend in the game of Modern Warfare and saw just how devastated Charlie was he decided maybe life was worth living after all.
- Pat Lane
Back to School
Pencils, pens, calculator, notebooks, laptop computer, smartphone, tablet computer; all these things he gathered into his book bag. He looked at the pepper spray and decided he better leave that at home... for now.
- Pat Lane
Pencils, pens, calculator, notebooks, laptop computer, smartphone, tablet computer; all these things he gathered into his book bag. He looked at the pepper spray and decided he better leave that at home... for now.
- Pat Lane
The Wait...
Lunch, waiting, my stomach growls in anticipation of the eggplant parmigian calzone heading my way. Ahhhh. Relief at last.
- Steve Lallier
Lunch, waiting, my stomach growls in anticipation of the eggplant parmigian calzone heading my way. Ahhhh. Relief at last.
- Steve Lallier
Empty
I've poured all my emotions out, I've burned up all my energy. I reached for something and failed. Now all I am is empty on the inside, like my flame has gone out.
- Pat Lane
I've poured all my emotions out, I've burned up all my energy. I reached for something and failed. Now all I am is empty on the inside, like my flame has gone out.
- Pat Lane
Alcohol? You Think I have an Alcohol Problem?
Pat downed a quick coctail and said, "Look, everything is fine. I have a couple cocktails in the morning, a Bloody Mary at lunch, a margarita at dinner and then a few glasses of wine at night to help me sleep. That's not too much alcohol is it?"
- Pat Lane
Pat downed a quick coctail and said, "Look, everything is fine. I have a couple cocktails in the morning, a Bloody Mary at lunch, a margarita at dinner and then a few glasses of wine at night to help me sleep. That's not too much alcohol is it?"
- Pat Lane
'Merica
The beer was brewed in Canada and owned by a company in Europe. It was being drunk out of plastic cups made in china, but he didn't care. When his Cowboys scored a touchdown he jumped up and screamed, "yea!!!!!!!! That's why we're America's team USA USA USA USA USA USA!!!"
- Pat Lane
The beer was brewed in Canada and owned by a company in Europe. It was being drunk out of plastic cups made in china, but he didn't care. When his Cowboys scored a touchdown he jumped up and screamed, "yea!!!!!!!! That's why we're America's team USA USA USA USA USA USA!!!"
- Pat Lane
Just Not Good Enough
Her beauty was a revelation, shocking & intimidating to everyone. However, the producer judged her one inch too short, so he fired her.
- Pat Lane
Her beauty was a revelation, shocking & intimidating to everyone. However, the producer judged her one inch too short, so he fired her.
- Pat Lane
Friendship.... Over
15 years of solid friendship is a rare thing, and it did seem harsh to end it over something so relatively minor, so Pat decided the best thing was to suspend it. Some would say even this was much to harsh a reaction; temporarily ending a friendship because of a game. Clearly these people have never played Monopoly.
- Pat Lane
15 years of solid friendship is a rare thing, and it did seem harsh to end it over something so relatively minor, so Pat decided the best thing was to suspend it. Some would say even this was much to harsh a reaction; temporarily ending a friendship because of a game. Clearly these people have never played Monopoly.
- Pat Lane
There Is No Tomorrow
As I worked to get stronger, preparing all year for a one day event, I've had this one thought repeating in my head several times a day- motivating me, "There is no tomorrow." As the months have passed and hours of blood, sweat, and tears have passed with them I realize its finally true. There really is no tomorrow.
- Pat Lane
As I worked to get stronger, preparing all year for a one day event, I've had this one thought repeating in my head several times a day- motivating me, "There is no tomorrow." As the months have passed and hours of blood, sweat, and tears have passed with them I realize its finally true. There really is no tomorrow.
- Pat Lane
Murdering for McFadden
The steel was much colder than he thought it would be -- almost bitingly frigid against the flesh of his neck. "Override the league settings and drop McFadden to waivers," said Tina, the fantasy owner who had missed out on the Oakland runner by precisely one pick during the previous week's draft. "Give me DMC, or give me..." he trailed off because he felt the pinch of the blade as it slid into his neck, severing veins that puked blood onto the laptop below, and he had not one regret.
- C.D. Carter. Frequent artist C.D. Carter has written several violent sports and fantasy sports related stories on Miniature Fiction. His newest Kindle Single cost's $.99 and is called "Fantasy Football's Fertile Ground". It's neighbor against neighbor in a "friendly" fantasy football league with horrifying results.
The steel was much colder than he thought it would be -- almost bitingly frigid against the flesh of his neck. "Override the league settings and drop McFadden to waivers," said Tina, the fantasy owner who had missed out on the Oakland runner by precisely one pick during the previous week's draft. "Give me DMC, or give me..." he trailed off because he felt the pinch of the blade as it slid into his neck, severing veins that puked blood onto the laptop below, and he had not one regret.
- C.D. Carter. Frequent artist C.D. Carter has written several violent sports and fantasy sports related stories on Miniature Fiction. His newest Kindle Single cost's $.99 and is called "Fantasy Football's Fertile Ground". It's neighbor against neighbor in a "friendly" fantasy football league with horrifying results.
The Draft
I watch intently, as the picks are made one by one. The names are very common but a few are unrecognizable. In the 14th round, I hear Bob make his pick of "J.T. Hoozumuhjawah" as the bar erupts in laughter.
-Steve Lallier
I watch intently, as the picks are made one by one. The names are very common but a few are unrecognizable. In the 14th round, I hear Bob make his pick of "J.T. Hoozumuhjawah" as the bar erupts in laughter.
-Steve Lallier
Parking Lot Jerk
I moved slowly through the parking lot, stalking his prey of an empty space; spotting a fellow motorist beginning to pull out he stopped. The other motorist motioned for me to keep driving, so I politely waved and indicated he wanted the parking spot. The jerk continued to motion for me to keep driving, then finally pulled out and gave me the finger as he exited the lot.
-Pat Lane
I moved slowly through the parking lot, stalking his prey of an empty space; spotting a fellow motorist beginning to pull out he stopped. The other motorist motioned for me to keep driving, so I politely waved and indicated he wanted the parking spot. The jerk continued to motion for me to keep driving, then finally pulled out and gave me the finger as he exited the lot.
-Pat Lane
Superman & Wonder Woman Together at Last
After years of tension, they finally embraced, floating above the clouds amongst the stars. Superman and Wonder Woman, Kal-El and Diana, arms wrapped around each other passionately. As Superman began to feel sick and wondered what was wrong; he began to detect the taste and smell of Kryptonite on Wonder Woman's lips...
-Pat Lane
After years of tension, they finally embraced, floating above the clouds amongst the stars. Superman and Wonder Woman, Kal-El and Diana, arms wrapped around each other passionately. As Superman began to feel sick and wondered what was wrong; he began to detect the taste and smell of Kryptonite on Wonder Woman's lips...
-Pat Lane
Breaking Out
"Stop" said the sign she sped by. But she didn’t care – it was her getaway from the mundane and never again would she be tied down by rules made by another intending to curb the fire within. A month later, she returned to work with a cast on her leg and hospital bills to pay.
-Kaiy
"Stop" said the sign she sped by. But she didn’t care – it was her getaway from the mundane and never again would she be tied down by rules made by another intending to curb the fire within. A month later, she returned to work with a cast on her leg and hospital bills to pay.
-Kaiy
The Dog
It was 2 am and the dog at my feet was snoring loudly, while I struggled to get some rest. I was so jealous I could barely breathe.
-Pat Lane
It was 2 am and the dog at my feet was snoring loudly, while I struggled to get some rest. I was so jealous I could barely breathe.
-Pat Lane
Trial By Fire
In the future, his future, where he reigned with a diamond encrusted fist, there would be no jury trials. Only trials by fire. If you could survive the heat, your reward is life.
-Pat Lane
In the future, his future, where he reigned with a diamond encrusted fist, there would be no jury trials. Only trials by fire. If you could survive the heat, your reward is life.
-Pat Lane
9-1-1 What is Your Emergency?
Calvin heard the assault dispatched over the radio and noted its location deep in the heart of the Red District; he radioed his partner "Good morning, bring your fighting boots today?" Over the crackle of the dilapidated system Roberts replied, "You know I did." Putting the Interceptor into gear Calvin finished their routine, "Well grab your gun, its time to go to work."
- Pat Lane
Calvin heard the assault dispatched over the radio and noted its location deep in the heart of the Red District; he radioed his partner "Good morning, bring your fighting boots today?" Over the crackle of the dilapidated system Roberts replied, "You know I did." Putting the Interceptor into gear Calvin finished their routine, "Well grab your gun, its time to go to work."
- Pat Lane
Fantasy Football Imbroglio
"Imbroglio?" he asked Dirk as he iced the beers for the coming party of fantasy football drafters. "Indeed," Dirk said, pocketing the razor sharp bottle opener, "an extremely confused and complicated situation -- you know, a total and complete cluster eff." Dirk walked to the silverware drawer, removed a steak knife and carefully placed it in his other pocket.
-C.D. Carter
"Imbroglio?" he asked Dirk as he iced the beers for the coming party of fantasy football drafters. "Indeed," Dirk said, pocketing the razor sharp bottle opener, "an extremely confused and complicated situation -- you know, a total and complete cluster eff." Dirk walked to the silverware drawer, removed a steak knife and carefully placed it in his other pocket.
-C.D. Carter
One space, Two space, Dead space
"Two spaces after a period is a myth," Edwards said to Fitzgerald, that dolt. "It isn't -- God intended two spaces after a period. It's just that Twitter has forced me to preserve space, otherwise, I'd still use two spaces because it's right and it's good and it's wholesome." Edwards jammed a Bic into Fitzgerald's jugular.
- C.D. Carter
Somehow I feel threatened by this story........
"Two spaces after a period is a myth," Edwards said to Fitzgerald, that dolt. "It isn't -- God intended two spaces after a period. It's just that Twitter has forced me to preserve space, otherwise, I'd still use two spaces because it's right and it's good and it's wholesome." Edwards jammed a Bic into Fitzgerald's jugular.
- C.D. Carter
Somehow I feel threatened by this story........
Advice
Frowning, Ted took a sip of his pint as he tried to explain the fine art of attracting women to his son, "Look lad, women they're like...they're like....giant balloons... balloons filled with sexy water, and the thing with sexy water is that you want to drink the hell out of it." That day Ted's son learnt, his father was an idiot.
- Dale CJ Young
Frowning, Ted took a sip of his pint as he tried to explain the fine art of attracting women to his son, "Look lad, women they're like...they're like....giant balloons... balloons filled with sexy water, and the thing with sexy water is that you want to drink the hell out of it." That day Ted's son learnt, his father was an idiot.
- Dale CJ Young
Sausage
"Jesus H. Christ! Can't I take a fucking day off without this whole line going to shit?" Benny screamed at the top of his lungs. He spent the day prior admitting his father into a nursing home, and he returned to a restaurant with double booked reservations, missing produce orders, and a sous chef on a bender. "This is how we make the sausage, people, let's step the fuck up!"
-Rumford Johnny
"Jesus H. Christ! Can't I take a fucking day off without this whole line going to shit?" Benny screamed at the top of his lungs. He spent the day prior admitting his father into a nursing home, and he returned to a restaurant with double booked reservations, missing produce orders, and a sous chef on a bender. "This is how we make the sausage, people, let's step the fuck up!"
-Rumford Johnny
Time Sucks
The Suburban had stopped short, costing her the green light. She sank into the cushy couch, tapped her leg at a furious pace, and worried about the time she hadn't saved.
- C.D. Carter, don't forget to check out his amazon page.
The Suburban had stopped short, costing her the green light. She sank into the cushy couch, tapped her leg at a furious pace, and worried about the time she hadn't saved.
- C.D. Carter, don't forget to check out his amazon page.
The Void
Staring at the tear in the space time continuum that was entirely located in his backyard, Frank considered his options. It was larger for sure. If it got any bigger he might have to call the government.
- Pat Lane
Staring at the tear in the space time continuum that was entirely located in his backyard, Frank considered his options. It was larger for sure. If it got any bigger he might have to call the government.
- Pat Lane
Beer Nuts
Evan swung wildly, his bony fist arching like a sickle through a wheat field. He was ten deep in PBR and some swelled up frat boy had insulted his beloved Cleveland Browns. Frat boy waited for Evan to finish his smorgasbord of awkward blows and kicked him lightly in his posterior, sending Evan head first into the jukebox.
- Rumford Johnny
Evan swung wildly, his bony fist arching like a sickle through a wheat field. He was ten deep in PBR and some swelled up frat boy had insulted his beloved Cleveland Browns. Frat boy waited for Evan to finish his smorgasbord of awkward blows and kicked him lightly in his posterior, sending Evan head first into the jukebox.
- Rumford Johnny
The Machines
Jeff explained in detail, only sounding moderately insane, how all the machines ruled their lives; pointing out all the electronic devices all around them and how enslaved they were. Pat responded, "But we can turn them off." Jeff sighed deeply, "Could we though... COULD WE????"
- Pat Lane
Jeff explained in detail, only sounding moderately insane, how all the machines ruled their lives; pointing out all the electronic devices all around them and how enslaved they were. Pat responded, "But we can turn them off." Jeff sighed deeply, "Could we though... COULD WE????"
- Pat Lane
Stinky...
I look left, I look right, yet, I don't see a thing. I smell it but don't see it. The odor is relentless, yet, the direction of it is unknown. Little do I realize, the dog, a Boxer, runs in my direction, frothing, with eyes red and head shaking to and fro. Ahhh, it is she....who just got sprayed by the skunk!
- Steve Lallier
I look left, I look right, yet, I don't see a thing. I smell it but don't see it. The odor is relentless, yet, the direction of it is unknown. Little do I realize, the dog, a Boxer, runs in my direction, frothing, with eyes red and head shaking to and fro. Ahhh, it is she....who just got sprayed by the skunk!
- Steve Lallier
Politics is Life
Sitting in the doctor's office, Carter and his wife looked over the vast array of genes they could manipulate for their unborn baby. It was a no brainer to choose that it be artistic, non-violent, smart, liberal, and of course beautiful. Choosing a boy or a girl though caused a horrifying argument.
- Pat Lane
Sitting in the doctor's office, Carter and his wife looked over the vast array of genes they could manipulate for their unborn baby. It was a no brainer to choose that it be artistic, non-violent, smart, liberal, and of course beautiful. Choosing a boy or a girl though caused a horrifying argument.
- Pat Lane
Suburban Minutia Closing In
"But you're OK with shrubs?" Maggie asked Carol, her brow furrowed in unsubtle contempt. "Indeed I am -- shrubs are nice and not at all obtrusive, and if our homeowners association money must go to one form of plant life, I sincerely believe it should be shrubs," Carol said to a cascade of head nods. Maggie filled her lungs with a new supply of stale air in the makeshift meeting room and argued, once more, for the trees.
- C.D. Carter. Often writing very short stories based on real events, C.D. Carter is a frequent contributor at Miniature Fiction. He also has numerous other short stories available on the Kindle Machine.
"But you're OK with shrubs?" Maggie asked Carol, her brow furrowed in unsubtle contempt. "Indeed I am -- shrubs are nice and not at all obtrusive, and if our homeowners association money must go to one form of plant life, I sincerely believe it should be shrubs," Carol said to a cascade of head nods. Maggie filled her lungs with a new supply of stale air in the makeshift meeting room and argued, once more, for the trees.
- C.D. Carter. Often writing very short stories based on real events, C.D. Carter is a frequent contributor at Miniature Fiction. He also has numerous other short stories available on the Kindle Machine.
Leaving
Leaving him, she walked out the door and let it slam behind her. Starting her car and gunning the engine, she hoped the bomb was set right.
- Pat Lane
Leaving him, she walked out the door and let it slam behind her. Starting her car and gunning the engine, she hoped the bomb was set right.
- Pat Lane
Renegade 2
The boys and girls at school conspired together, planning in secret for the ultimate showdown. The teachers had no chance.
- Pat Lane
The boys and girls at school conspired together, planning in secret for the ultimate showdown. The teachers had no chance.
- Pat Lane
Softball Suffering
Be it pop-ups, be it grounders or line outs or hits six inches on the wrong side of the foul line, he could not break from the funk of his softball hitting malaise. His hands high, his weight back, his shoulders square, his feet spread shoulder width and his knees flexed but not too flexed, he watched the spinning yellow ball float from its pinnacle. He swung, because he had to.
-C.D. Carter
Be it pop-ups, be it grounders or line outs or hits six inches on the wrong side of the foul line, he could not break from the funk of his softball hitting malaise. His hands high, his weight back, his shoulders square, his feet spread shoulder width and his knees flexed but not too flexed, he watched the spinning yellow ball float from its pinnacle. He swung, because he had to.
-C.D. Carter
Thanks So Much
After exactly twenty years of doing her sickly neighbour's shopping, Amy got a box of chocolates. She'd bought it over a year ago.
-Jantine
After exactly twenty years of doing her sickly neighbour's shopping, Amy got a box of chocolates. She'd bought it over a year ago.
-Jantine
Almost Alive
Looking into the mirror I see nothing. Still I feel strong and young again with an urge to feed. I walk out in the empty streets, when I see her standing under the street-light. I look at her longingly and with the tip of my tongue I feel my fangs.
-Björn
Looking into the mirror I see nothing. Still I feel strong and young again with an urge to feed. I walk out in the empty streets, when I see her standing under the street-light. I look at her longingly and with the tip of my tongue I feel my fangs.
-Björn
Who's That?
As I peek from behind my hand, my baby girl giggles relentlessly. She copies her daddy and holds her hands to the sides of her head, thinking that she is truly hiding. The joys of fatherhood as we play.
-Steve Lallier
As I peek from behind my hand, my baby girl giggles relentlessly. She copies her daddy and holds her hands to the sides of her head, thinking that she is truly hiding. The joys of fatherhood as we play.
-Steve Lallier
Are You Kidding Me?
I read about this guy who got elected a few years ago who isn't even remotely qualified. Next thing you know, our country is spiraling downward down the drain. Still, he leads most polls in his attempt to be re-elected by a majority of the clueless citizens.
-Steve Lallier
I read about this guy who got elected a few years ago who isn't even remotely qualified. Next thing you know, our country is spiraling downward down the drain. Still, he leads most polls in his attempt to be re-elected by a majority of the clueless citizens.
-Steve Lallier
The Renegade
Ralph was tired of all these rules, they were cramping his style. He resolved to let his inner renegade loose; transform himself into a full non-conformist. He stared at the standardized test in front of him and purposefully picked up a #1 pencil, he felt certain those monsters who grade the SAT's would be horrified.
-Pat Lane
Ralph was tired of all these rules, they were cramping his style. He resolved to let his inner renegade loose; transform himself into a full non-conformist. He stared at the standardized test in front of him and purposefully picked up a #1 pencil, he felt certain those monsters who grade the SAT's would be horrified.
-Pat Lane
Pop Culture
"I think I’m becoming obsessed with pop culture," I said to the doctor, acutely aware of how much this sounded like the beginning of a joke; "What makes you think this?" she replied. ‘Well, just little things, really; sometimes I accidentally say hashtag in conversations, I only hire Italian plumbers. at work, I broke into a musical number when I got promoted, when I’m sad, I cry in the shower and listen to Travis.’
-Greg Forrester
Pop Culture 2
And how does all of this make you feel?’ she asked, furiously writing something in a notepad. ‘It makes me think I lied when I was seventeen.’
-Greg Forrester
"I think I’m becoming obsessed with pop culture," I said to the doctor, acutely aware of how much this sounded like the beginning of a joke; "What makes you think this?" she replied. ‘Well, just little things, really; sometimes I accidentally say hashtag in conversations, I only hire Italian plumbers. at work, I broke into a musical number when I got promoted, when I’m sad, I cry in the shower and listen to Travis.’
-Greg Forrester
Pop Culture 2
And how does all of this make you feel?’ she asked, furiously writing something in a notepad. ‘It makes me think I lied when I was seventeen.’
-Greg Forrester
The Ferry
There’s something fun about a ferry, a mode of public transport that seems more like an adventure as people pile on at the jetty. But once out towards the island none of it seemed fun, when the waves began washing through the cabin.
-WifiTypewriter
There’s something fun about a ferry, a mode of public transport that seems more like an adventure as people pile on at the jetty. But once out towards the island none of it seemed fun, when the waves began washing through the cabin.
-WifiTypewriter
Pots, Pans, Percussion
Nathan lined up buckets and bowls and various stock pots in a half moon figuration on the living room floor, Nathan is seven years old. He imagines the drum solo from his dad's old Rush VHS tapes, and closes his eyes to envision the speed and fluidity of Neil Pert's spinning flourish on the toms. Bam-Bash-Pop-Pop-Pop-Smash-Bop-Pow-Bip-Pow-Crash! Ovation.
-Rumford Johnny
Rumford Johnny is the co-founder of 2 Mugs Fantasy Football and very active on the Twitter machine. Check it out.
Nathan lined up buckets and bowls and various stock pots in a half moon figuration on the living room floor, Nathan is seven years old. He imagines the drum solo from his dad's old Rush VHS tapes, and closes his eyes to envision the speed and fluidity of Neil Pert's spinning flourish on the toms. Bam-Bash-Pop-Pop-Pop-Smash-Bop-Pow-Bip-Pow-Crash! Ovation.
-Rumford Johnny
Rumford Johnny is the co-founder of 2 Mugs Fantasy Football and very active on the Twitter machine. Check it out.
Emoticon
Sometimes Meredith wished she would meet that special person who would love and respect her for the rest of her life, but then she remembered she stopped being worthy of love the day she began using smiley faces as punctuation.
-Mariel
Sometimes Meredith wished she would meet that special person who would love and respect her for the rest of her life, but then she remembered she stopped being worthy of love the day she began using smiley faces as punctuation.
-Mariel
Slump Breaker
"What am I doing?" he thought to himself while the orca whale he was stuck entertaining at his buddies' home was feverishly dry humping him on the musty, broken hide-a-bed in the basement. Listening to his friend's "date" in the room upstairs was the only way to escape the Sea World scene happening in his lap. "Fuck it, it's been 3 months...", *unzip.*
- K to the C
"What am I doing?" he thought to himself while the orca whale he was stuck entertaining at his buddies' home was feverishly dry humping him on the musty, broken hide-a-bed in the basement. Listening to his friend's "date" in the room upstairs was the only way to escape the Sea World scene happening in his lap. "Fuck it, it's been 3 months...", *unzip.*
- K to the C
No Man's Land
Ryan walked through the deserted downtown area, overturned cars and debris cluttering what use to be a functioning city. He thought he saw someone in the distance and ran over to them, desperate for human contact. When he got there Ryan realized that his mind was playing tricks on him... again.
-Pat Lane
Ryan walked through the deserted downtown area, overturned cars and debris cluttering what use to be a functioning city. He thought he saw someone in the distance and ran over to them, desperate for human contact. When he got there Ryan realized that his mind was playing tricks on him... again.
-Pat Lane
Killer Story
The problem was in the execution, his agent told him. "Fair enough", he thought, from behind the bullet-proof glass.
-Amy Ekins
The problem was in the execution, his agent told him. "Fair enough", he thought, from behind the bullet-proof glass.
-Amy Ekins
In Time
Mark looked at the latest email from his boss and shook his head. Why his boss was such a ginormous douche, no one knew; luckily Mark had a cure for this. He took out his VooDoo doll of his boss and stabbed him in the heart, which he estimated removed yet another year from Mr. Douche's life.
-Pat Lane
Mark looked at the latest email from his boss and shook his head. Why his boss was such a ginormous douche, no one knew; luckily Mark had a cure for this. He took out his VooDoo doll of his boss and stabbed him in the heart, which he estimated removed yet another year from Mr. Douche's life.
-Pat Lane
Monsters
Her mother always told her there was no such thing as monsters, and clucked judgmentally when the six-year-old insisted each night on a thorough room search before lights-out. But now, a few minutes after midnight with thunder and lightning shredding the inky sky outside, Lucinda got the distinct impression that her mother would be whistling a different tune if she could see the pair of glowing red eyes staring back at Lucinda from the recesses of her closet.
-Mardibug
Mardibug has contributed several stories to Miniature Fiction and this story is the Featured Story of the day for 8/10/2012
Her mother always told her there was no such thing as monsters, and clucked judgmentally when the six-year-old insisted each night on a thorough room search before lights-out. But now, a few minutes after midnight with thunder and lightning shredding the inky sky outside, Lucinda got the distinct impression that her mother would be whistling a different tune if she could see the pair of glowing red eyes staring back at Lucinda from the recesses of her closet.
-Mardibug
Mardibug has contributed several stories to Miniature Fiction and this story is the Featured Story of the day for 8/10/2012
The Tosser
"It's okay, man...stop crying, we have a show to do," Dale the dwarf reassured Randy the "Tosser," who had grown to loathe his profession, Professiona Dwarf Tosser. Sure the bloodlust for the sport had waned over the years, but there was still money to be made in (illegal) nightclub dwarf tossing.
"Okay, let's do this, you little shit" Randy affirmed, as he reared back and chucked Dale into the air like a Sunday newspaper.
-Rumford Johnny, Rumford Johnny is the co-founder of 2 Mugs Fantasy Football and very active on the Twitter machine. Check it out.
"It's okay, man...stop crying, we have a show to do," Dale the dwarf reassured Randy the "Tosser," who had grown to loathe his profession, Professiona Dwarf Tosser. Sure the bloodlust for the sport had waned over the years, but there was still money to be made in (illegal) nightclub dwarf tossing.
"Okay, let's do this, you little shit" Randy affirmed, as he reared back and chucked Dale into the air like a Sunday newspaper.
-Rumford Johnny, Rumford Johnny is the co-founder of 2 Mugs Fantasy Football and very active on the Twitter machine. Check it out.
When the Revolution Comes part 4
Jessie sat watching the news coverage of the latest tragedy, marking down lessons she was learning in her notes for when the revolution comes. When CNN came back from commercial they ran a story on the Westboro Baptist people declaring that their god had somehow caused this horrible tragedy. Jessie shook her head, marked their names down in her little black book, smiling in the knowledge that one day they would pay.
- Pat Lane
Jessie sat watching the news coverage of the latest tragedy, marking down lessons she was learning in her notes for when the revolution comes. When CNN came back from commercial they ran a story on the Westboro Baptist people declaring that their god had somehow caused this horrible tragedy. Jessie shook her head, marked their names down in her little black book, smiling in the knowledge that one day they would pay.
- Pat Lane
Fantasy football's day of rage
The basement on draft day was a powder keg of long-held resentments and well-placed barbs made painful and stale over time; hatred was everywhere, so thick you could slice it up and eat it straight out of the air. The battle royale started like the most vengeful game of dominoes you’ve ever played: Pat sprayed his bear mace into Evan’s eyes, screaming almost unintelligibly about last year’s Fred Jackson trade, and Evan — even blind — wrapped his chain around Pat’s neck, yanked him to the ground, and pounced atop his rival with all the rage of all the years.
-C.D. Carter
The basement on draft day was a powder keg of long-held resentments and well-placed barbs made painful and stale over time; hatred was everywhere, so thick you could slice it up and eat it straight out of the air. The battle royale started like the most vengeful game of dominoes you’ve ever played: Pat sprayed his bear mace into Evan’s eyes, screaming almost unintelligibly about last year’s Fred Jackson trade, and Evan — even blind — wrapped his chain around Pat’s neck, yanked him to the ground, and pounced atop his rival with all the rage of all the years.
-C.D. Carter
Death By Vanilla
"Fuck this shit!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as the flour tin hit the floor and exploded like a Kabuki makeup cannon. Baking was not Joe's strong suit, but he wanted to woo the curvaceous Sarah, and cupcakes were her weakness. He watched, unmoved, as Pablo his Collie mix, lifted his leg and peed on the flour pile.
-Rumford Johnny
Rumford Johnny is the co-founder of 2 Mugs Fantasy Football and very active on the Twitter machine. Check it out.
"Fuck this shit!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as the flour tin hit the floor and exploded like a Kabuki makeup cannon. Baking was not Joe's strong suit, but he wanted to woo the curvaceous Sarah, and cupcakes were her weakness. He watched, unmoved, as Pablo his Collie mix, lifted his leg and peed on the flour pile.
-Rumford Johnny
Rumford Johnny is the co-founder of 2 Mugs Fantasy Football and very active on the Twitter machine. Check it out.
Pink's Advice
"And after a while," I said to my son on the way to his first day of kindergarten, "you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, the firm handshake, a certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, so that when they turn their backs on you, you'll get the chance to put the knife in."
And my boy said to me, "Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending that everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend; and it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner -- everything's done under the sun, and you believe at heart, everyone's a killer." And yes, he was right.
-C.D. Carter
"And after a while," I said to my son on the way to his first day of kindergarten, "you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, the firm handshake, a certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, so that when they turn their backs on you, you'll get the chance to put the knife in."
And my boy said to me, "Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending that everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend; and it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner -- everything's done under the sun, and you believe at heart, everyone's a killer." And yes, he was right.
-C.D. Carter
Dark, Dark Place
Sitting along in his one bedroom apartment, all the lights turned out, sweating profusely with his fists clenched to his forehead. Staring at the clock reading 3:42 a.m. Paul felt the room closing in, suffocating him just as the world had sucked the life out him his entire life.
- Pat Lane
Sitting along in his one bedroom apartment, all the lights turned out, sweating profusely with his fists clenched to his forehead. Staring at the clock reading 3:42 a.m. Paul felt the room closing in, suffocating him just as the world had sucked the life out him his entire life.
- Pat Lane
Nestor's Hobo Chili
Nestor Garcia was no bum, nor was he a transient, miscreant, boil on the arse of society...he was a hobo. Nestor's specialty was hobo chili, a hearty concoction of beans, ketchup and onion soup mix. He let it simmer over an open fire in an old coffee can, the flames licked over the edges, chili bubbling and hissing as he wondered when the next train would stop in Galveston.
- Rumford Johnny
Rumford Johnny is the co-founder of 2 Mugs Fantasy Football and very active on the Twitter machine. Check it out.
Nestor Garcia was no bum, nor was he a transient, miscreant, boil on the arse of society...he was a hobo. Nestor's specialty was hobo chili, a hearty concoction of beans, ketchup and onion soup mix. He let it simmer over an open fire in an old coffee can, the flames licked over the edges, chili bubbling and hissing as he wondered when the next train would stop in Galveston.
- Rumford Johnny
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Basement Decor
"What have you done?" she asked, her lip trembling, her eyes watery with tears yet to drop down her pretty face. "You wouldn't let me buy the Halloween movie posters, and we have all this empty wall space near the staircase," he said, trying his damndest to sound cheery, and knowing it wouldn't work. "And I think Pat's face in a poster frame is classy -- a nice touch, nice decor." ............. She vomited.
-C.D. Carter
"What have you done?" she asked, her lip trembling, her eyes watery with tears yet to drop down her pretty face. "You wouldn't let me buy the Halloween movie posters, and we have all this empty wall space near the staircase," he said, trying his damndest to sound cheery, and knowing it wouldn't work. "And I think Pat's face in a poster frame is classy -- a nice touch, nice decor." ............. She vomited.
-C.D. Carter
Future Crime
Lauren paused as the doors slid aside, trying to repress all her negative emotions before going into the therapists office. She understood the law, but at these times when her brain was being scanned for any deviant thoughts she always thought they'd gone too far as images of her thoughts appeared on the monitor in front of the therapist. Lauren knew her life was over when the shackles locked her arms down and an image from a passing day dream she'd had three weeks ago of strangling her boss appeared on the monitor.
- Pat Lane
Lauren paused as the doors slid aside, trying to repress all her negative emotions before going into the therapists office. She understood the law, but at these times when her brain was being scanned for any deviant thoughts she always thought they'd gone too far as images of her thoughts appeared on the monitor in front of the therapist. Lauren knew her life was over when the shackles locked her arms down and an image from a passing day dream she'd had three weeks ago of strangling her boss appeared on the monitor.
- Pat Lane
A Chance Encounter
Fred couldn't believe what had just happened; it had only taken a moment, that being when he handed her some napkins at the condiments desk at Starbucks. Her beauty was incredibly striking, and her voice was intoxicating. He considered going over to her and asking for her phone number, but upon further review Fred decided it would be much easier to follow her home and stalk her for several months until she finally relented.
-Pat Lane
Fred couldn't believe what had just happened; it had only taken a moment, that being when he handed her some napkins at the condiments desk at Starbucks. Her beauty was incredibly striking, and her voice was intoxicating. He considered going over to her and asking for her phone number, but upon further review Fred decided it would be much easier to follow her home and stalk her for several months until she finally relented.
-Pat Lane
#HateMock2012
The mock fantasy football draft -- a practice draft -- was finally, mercifully over, the insulting back-and-forth finally finished, plumes of smoke billowing from the guns of their mutual hatred. But Gary had said something late in that fake draft that Pete could not forget: he had insulted Pete's hair, the very pride of his life, the reason for waking. As if his feet had decided for him, Pete was out of bed, dressed, and walking the seven miles to Gary's house, where Gary's wife would soon be snuggling a bloody corpse with a frozen look of absolute horror.
Brought to you by: C.D. Carter
*C.D. Carter is also the Featured Artist of the Week. Check out his Amazon links above and The Fake Football website for his fantasy football advice. This story was inspired by a couple things. For one, we did a mock fantasy football draft together last night. And two... we hate each other. So when he writes a story about a guy named "Pete" murdering a guy named "Gary" for insulting his hair... he's really talking about killing me. So yeah, its a healthy friendship.
The mock fantasy football draft -- a practice draft -- was finally, mercifully over, the insulting back-and-forth finally finished, plumes of smoke billowing from the guns of their mutual hatred. But Gary had said something late in that fake draft that Pete could not forget: he had insulted Pete's hair, the very pride of his life, the reason for waking. As if his feet had decided for him, Pete was out of bed, dressed, and walking the seven miles to Gary's house, where Gary's wife would soon be snuggling a bloody corpse with a frozen look of absolute horror.
Brought to you by: C.D. Carter
*C.D. Carter is also the Featured Artist of the Week. Check out his Amazon links above and The Fake Football website for his fantasy football advice. This story was inspired by a couple things. For one, we did a mock fantasy football draft together last night. And two... we hate each other. So when he writes a story about a guy named "Pete" murdering a guy named "Gary" for insulting his hair... he's really talking about killing me. So yeah, its a healthy friendship.
Cunning Satan
I look back on my moment with St Peter with a large dose of regret, it went a little like this: "TIME UP SWEETHEART - PICK A GATE" - it was time to choose - eternal happiness in Heaven or eternal misery in hell? Well as I grasped my faded copy of '50 shades of grey' I thought about all the good that could come from a lifetime of being mercilessly beaten and controlled, there was only one answer "Give me your worst Mr Devil Sir…" Hundreds of years later I look back on this decision in dismay - the conniving satan knew exactly what I wanted - and treated me to an eternity of 5 star luxury cruises, with not a whip in site.
Brought to you by: Steve Stratton
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I look back on my moment with St Peter with a large dose of regret, it went a little like this: "TIME UP SWEETHEART - PICK A GATE" - it was time to choose - eternal happiness in Heaven or eternal misery in hell? Well as I grasped my faded copy of '50 shades of grey' I thought about all the good that could come from a lifetime of being mercilessly beaten and controlled, there was only one answer "Give me your worst Mr Devil Sir…" Hundreds of years later I look back on this decision in dismay - the conniving satan knew exactly what I wanted - and treated me to an eternity of 5 star luxury cruises, with not a whip in site.
Brought to you by: Steve Stratton
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www.memory.com
Carla got home from her date and sat down on the couch; immediately a computer terminal morphed in front of her out of the substance of the couch. A high speed cable plugged into her brain as Carla thought about how the date went and the memory was removed from her crowded psyche and downloaded into the hard drive. She considered her feelings about how the date went, hesitated, and clicked "delete".
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Carla got home from her date and sat down on the couch; immediately a computer terminal morphed in front of her out of the substance of the couch. A high speed cable plugged into her brain as Carla thought about how the date went and the memory was removed from her crowded psyche and downloaded into the hard drive. She considered her feelings about how the date went, hesitated, and clicked "delete".
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Tweeting to Death
The never-ceasing stream of news bits and useless blabber were like heroine coursing through his veins. Jacob needed more, more than ever now, more than ever before, and he read, and clicked on newborn tweets and followed more people, and Jacob did not eat, he did not sleep, he did not bathe himself. He ignored the scene in his mind: a neighbor finding his rotted corpse slumped over the keyboard, having tweeted to death.
Brought to you by: C.D. Carter
C.D. Carter is also the Featured Artist of the Week. Check out his Amazon links above and The Fake Football website for his fantasy football ramblings.
The never-ceasing stream of news bits and useless blabber were like heroine coursing through his veins. Jacob needed more, more than ever now, more than ever before, and he read, and clicked on newborn tweets and followed more people, and Jacob did not eat, he did not sleep, he did not bathe himself. He ignored the scene in his mind: a neighbor finding his rotted corpse slumped over the keyboard, having tweeted to death.
Brought to you by: C.D. Carter
C.D. Carter is also the Featured Artist of the Week. Check out his Amazon links above and The Fake Football website for his fantasy football ramblings.
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!!!!
Pat sighed as he took in each bit of bad news after the other: his car was totaled, he lost his job, his electricity was cut off. He took it all in stride until his friend told him that he again was not going to be available for softball this week; that's when Pat lost it.
Brought to you by: Pat Lane
*Yea, I know, another softball short story. What can I say? I think about it a lot.
Pat sighed as he took in each bit of bad news after the other: his car was totaled, he lost his job, his electricity was cut off. He took it all in stride until his friend told him that he again was not going to be available for softball this week; that's when Pat lost it.
Brought to you by: Pat Lane
*Yea, I know, another softball short story. What can I say? I think about it a lot.
Community Softball is THE Most Important Thing
He hadn't planned on playing, he had suffered a setback to a previous injury and didn't want to make it worse, but his team needed him. One guy was on vacation, their pitcher was out, and another just didn't show up. Sighing as he put on his team shirt, "Game Freaking On."
Brought to you by: Pat Lane (The Webmaster)
*This story inspired by a true story and also by the fact that I am appearing as a guest blogger today at Kim Ludeman's fitness blog. Check it out at the link below.
He hadn't planned on playing, he had suffered a setback to a previous injury and didn't want to make it worse, but his team needed him. One guy was on vacation, their pitcher was out, and another just didn't show up. Sighing as he put on his team shirt, "Game Freaking On."
Brought to you by: Pat Lane (The Webmaster)
*This story inspired by a true story and also by the fact that I am appearing as a guest blogger today at Kim Ludeman's fitness blog. Check it out at the link below.
"So, we've devolved into total anarchy now?"
As a pack of roaming, super self centered eight year olds chased each other through the fast food joint, periodically slamming into adults at full speed and never apologizing I realized it had finally happened. I marked down the date and time so I would know when our society had finally devolved into chaos and anarchy. Then i did what I HAD to do; I grabbed someone's of freshly made fat-burger right out of their hand, punched them in the face and walked out.
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As a pack of roaming, super self centered eight year olds chased each other through the fast food joint, periodically slamming into adults at full speed and never apologizing I realized it had finally happened. I marked down the date and time so I would know when our society had finally devolved into chaos and anarchy. Then i did what I HAD to do; I grabbed someone's of freshly made fat-burger right out of their hand, punched them in the face and walked out.
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Fantasy Zombie Football Draft
"I don't draft grave dwellers," Bennie said, with a fist pound on the wooden table to drive home the point. "They're old, they're disoriented, and even when you find one worth a damn, he loses a limb every third hit." Bennie selected Jacobs instead -- as a protest to his grave-born teammates -- because Jacobs, like Bennie, had been made undead through a bite, the way God had intended.
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"I don't draft grave dwellers," Bennie said, with a fist pound on the wooden table to drive home the point. "They're old, they're disoriented, and even when you find one worth a damn, he loses a limb every third hit." Bennie selected Jacobs instead -- as a protest to his grave-born teammates -- because Jacobs, like Bennie, had been made undead through a bite, the way God had intended.
Brought to you by: C.D. Carter
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Trophy Wife
"That one's the third wife, caught her in Borneo in '85, beautiful creature, don't you think? Had her stuffed in '87 before her looks went."
Brought to you by: Mike Jackson
Mike is also our Featured Artist of the Week, he has a great website where he normally posts longer stories and blog posts.
"That one's the third wife, caught her in Borneo in '85, beautiful creature, don't you think? Had her stuffed in '87 before her looks went."
Brought to you by: Mike Jackson
Mike is also our Featured Artist of the Week, he has a great website where he normally posts longer stories and blog posts.
Possessions
The priest's speech was lengthy and pompous, but the gist of it was that the unruly, disruptive spirits that haunted the graveyard behind his stone chapel would be formally evicted at midnight on the last day of the month or else face dire consequences.
"You have our bones", the lead ghost pointed out.
"They're not yours anymore," the priest replied
Brought to you by: Carine Engelbrecht
The priest's speech was lengthy and pompous, but the gist of it was that the unruly, disruptive spirits that haunted the graveyard behind his stone chapel would be formally evicted at midnight on the last day of the month or else face dire consequences.
"You have our bones", the lead ghost pointed out.
"They're not yours anymore," the priest replied
Brought to you by: Carine Engelbrecht
Goodbye
He balanced on the ledge looking at the crowds below. Arms outstretched he let himself go wondering if death would be a happier place.
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He balanced on the ledge looking at the crowds below. Arms outstretched he let himself go wondering if death would be a happier place.
Brought to you by: Mike Jackson
Mike is also our Featured Artist of the Week, he has a great website where he normally posts longer stories and blog posts.
Ride The Lightening
At first the light was blinding as he streaked across the world. The constant echo of thunder hurt his ears, but his senses grew use to them and they made him feel even more powerful. Riding bolts of lightening that he created anywhere he wanted made him realize that he could do anything and no one could stop him.
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At first the light was blinding as he streaked across the world. The constant echo of thunder hurt his ears, but his senses grew use to them and they made him feel even more powerful. Riding bolts of lightening that he created anywhere he wanted made him realize that he could do anything and no one could stop him.
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Appetites
Sylvia tried to settle into the new neighbourhood but her lust for other women's husbands often landed her in trouble.
Brought to you by: Laura Huntley
Sylvia tried to settle into the new neighbourhood but her lust for other women's husbands often landed her in trouble.
Brought to you by: Laura Huntley
Iron Man
The King always dealt out his justice personally, past rulers and rulers from other lands washed their hands of it and let others do the dirty work, but King Obediah always carried out the punishment himself. He felt that it was important his subjects see him in this respect, so it was when it came time to bring justice to this murderer. The King carried a cistern of boiling, molten iron and poured it over the screaming man, now forever encased to serve as a warning to all future seekers of violence.
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The King always dealt out his justice personally, past rulers and rulers from other lands washed their hands of it and let others do the dirty work, but King Obediah always carried out the punishment himself. He felt that it was important his subjects see him in this respect, so it was when it came time to bring justice to this murderer. The King carried a cistern of boiling, molten iron and poured it over the screaming man, now forever encased to serve as a warning to all future seekers of violence.
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Self Preservation
“I don’t have the strength to go on,” he whispered, “Leave me, save yourselves.” The rest of the group thought this was an excellent idea.
Brought to you by: Mike Jackson
Mike is also our Featured Artist of the Week, he has a great website where he normally posts longer stories and blog posts.
“I don’t have the strength to go on,” he whispered, “Leave me, save yourselves.” The rest of the group thought this was an excellent idea.
Brought to you by: Mike Jackson
Mike is also our Featured Artist of the Week, he has a great website where he normally posts longer stories and blog posts.
Fire Walk With Me
Walking through the city at night made me feel powerful; knowing I was immune to its dangers. The fire, my ever present companion would never let anyone or anything harm me. As I turned a corner a man with a gun confronted me, I didn't even flinch; the fire briefly left my side long enough to consume the bad man and I continued my walk.
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Walking through the city at night made me feel powerful; knowing I was immune to its dangers. The fire, my ever present companion would never let anyone or anything harm me. As I turned a corner a man with a gun confronted me, I didn't even flinch; the fire briefly left my side long enough to consume the bad man and I continued my walk.
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*Birthday, Deathday*
Up on the rooftop bar, nine stories above the bustling drunkards in the street below, I laughed and drank and cavorted with the rest of them. I maintained my focus through the fog of fun though, because I came here for a reason. Until the birthday boy was falling from the ledge of this sky-high party pad, the night could not end.
Brought to you by: C.D. Carter
Up on the rooftop bar, nine stories above the bustling drunkards in the street below, I laughed and drank and cavorted with the rest of them. I maintained my focus through the fog of fun though, because I came here for a reason. Until the birthday boy was falling from the ledge of this sky-high party pad, the night could not end.
Brought to you by: C.D. Carter
The Fire Rises 2
Batman was broken, physically and mentally broken. Gotham City, his city was broken too under the reign of terror of a madman named Bane. Part of his conscious demanded that he get out there, get healthy and take the city back; another part of him just wanted to give up and escape, right now he wasn't sure which way he would go.
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Batman was broken, physically and mentally broken. Gotham City, his city was broken too under the reign of terror of a madman named Bane. Part of his conscious demanded that he get out there, get healthy and take the city back; another part of him just wanted to give up and escape, right now he wasn't sure which way he would go.
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FITFO
"Tom, your fired," the cold hearted boss told the father of four. Tom tried to protest claiming that he'd do better, that his family needed him, that the company was rich and he'd worked half his life to help make it that way. The monstrous boss who'd grown up his entire life as a member of the 1% leaned back, lit a $100 cigar and blew smoke into Tom's face, "You think I got to where I am without struggling, you need to work hard to be successful like me, FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT!"
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"Tom, your fired," the cold hearted boss told the father of four. Tom tried to protest claiming that he'd do better, that his family needed him, that the company was rich and he'd worked half his life to help make it that way. The monstrous boss who'd grown up his entire life as a member of the 1% leaned back, lit a $100 cigar and blew smoke into Tom's face, "You think I got to where I am without struggling, you need to work hard to be successful like me, FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT!"
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*In Russellville...*
Halloween, in Russellville, was every day, all day, a celebration that never ceased, never ebbed, because it was on Halloween two hundred and eighty-eight years ago that the patriots on the horseshoe-shaped island floating off Maryland's coast had vanquished the unholy monsters of Samhain, the traitors to their people. The last day of October consumed every day, from schoolchildren's curriculum to the day's restaurant specials to the governing decisions of the town's mayor and council; Halloween slithered into everything, becoming not just a way of life, but life itself, an all-encompassing institution that hovered above and below, side to side, everywhere always. And like any place where one idea reigns over all others, there were rebels in the midst of Russellville’s October 31 fixation, and they were ready – finally ready – to bring chaos to the town’s tidy lives of Halloween worship.
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Halloween, in Russellville, was every day, all day, a celebration that never ceased, never ebbed, because it was on Halloween two hundred and eighty-eight years ago that the patriots on the horseshoe-shaped island floating off Maryland's coast had vanquished the unholy monsters of Samhain, the traitors to their people. The last day of October consumed every day, from schoolchildren's curriculum to the day's restaurant specials to the governing decisions of the town's mayor and council; Halloween slithered into everything, becoming not just a way of life, but life itself, an all-encompassing institution that hovered above and below, side to side, everywhere always. And like any place where one idea reigns over all others, there were rebels in the midst of Russellville’s October 31 fixation, and they were ready – finally ready – to bring chaos to the town’s tidy lives of Halloween worship.
Brought to you by: C.D. Carter
Sat Nav Skynet
Scarlett got into her car, started it and activated the Sat Nav. If she really concentrated she could probably remember her way home, but she paid extra for the Sat Nav, and paid extra on top of that for the Facebook-Google Automatic Drive System. She passed out, confidently thinking the self driving car certainly made being drunk easier; unfortunately for her the Facebook-Google mega-behemoth computer system chose that moment to take over the world and the system drove her passed out self and her car right off a cliff.
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Scarlett got into her car, started it and activated the Sat Nav. If she really concentrated she could probably remember her way home, but she paid extra for the Sat Nav, and paid extra on top of that for the Facebook-Google Automatic Drive System. She passed out, confidently thinking the self driving car certainly made being drunk easier; unfortunately for her the Facebook-Google mega-behemoth computer system chose that moment to take over the world and the system drove her passed out self and her car right off a cliff.
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*Drunk Text*
When I first woke up I remembered a dream I had about texting everyone I know and telling them how I really felt. I told a life long friend I was in love with her, I told my bos to go kill himself, I told my friends all the ways I had stabbed them in the back over the years. When I picked up my phone after brushing my teeth I realized the horrible truth.... that was no dream.
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When I first woke up I remembered a dream I had about texting everyone I know and telling them how I really felt. I told a life long friend I was in love with her, I told my bos to go kill himself, I told my friends all the ways I had stabbed them in the back over the years. When I picked up my phone after brushing my teeth I realized the horrible truth.... that was no dream.
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Field of Broken Dreams
The June Bug emerged from the ground, finally an adult after going through several stages of growth throughout the fall, winter and spring. He expected his short summer adulthood to be full of mischief, but the first thing he witnessed minutes later was a field of hundreds of his dead brethren coated in a white, bubbling foam. Seconds later a huge creature turned toward him and he too was covered in the unknown; he had just enough time to wonder about his horrible luck before his life was choked out of him.
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The June Bug emerged from the ground, finally an adult after going through several stages of growth throughout the fall, winter and spring. He expected his short summer adulthood to be full of mischief, but the first thing he witnessed minutes later was a field of hundreds of his dead brethren coated in a white, bubbling foam. Seconds later a huge creature turned toward him and he too was covered in the unknown; he had just enough time to wonder about his horrible luck before his life was choked out of him.
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*The Hunt*
I fill my bag with supplies, make sure my communication devices are all charged and lock the door carefully as I leave the house. This could be a long day, I might not come back for a long time and even then there’s no guarantee I’ll have found my prey, shoe shopping is hard.
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I fill my bag with supplies, make sure my communication devices are all charged and lock the door carefully as I leave the house. This could be a long day, I might not come back for a long time and even then there’s no guarantee I’ll have found my prey, shoe shopping is hard.
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Run!!!
He wasn't prepared for this, no one could be. When he first started running he thought there would be a place he could get to and hide from the zombie horde, but everywhere he went more and more of them found him and joined the chase. 50 miles after he first ran from the city he knew eventually he'd run out of energy and then they'd be on him.
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He wasn't prepared for this, no one could be. When he first started running he thought there would be a place he could get to and hide from the zombie horde, but everywhere he went more and more of them found him and joined the chase. 50 miles after he first ran from the city he knew eventually he'd run out of energy and then they'd be on him.
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*Another Day, Another Million Deaths*
The Grim Reaper struck down another victim with his scythe and sighed as the woman's soul drifted away to hell. He wished he could say he lost count of how many thousands he'd struck down today, but he knew, just like he knew the exact number of his victims since all eternity. "Good grief I need a vacation."
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The Grim Reaper struck down another victim with his scythe and sighed as the woman's soul drifted away to hell. He wished he could say he lost count of how many thousands he'd struck down today, but he knew, just like he knew the exact number of his victims since all eternity. "Good grief I need a vacation."
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*It's Friday!*
"I'm so happy it's Friday," Carla said every Friday morning until a thousand Fridays passed by, followed by the weekends, followed by Mondays, followed by Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, until Carla was lying face up in a wooden box buried underground.
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"I'm so happy it's Friday," Carla said every Friday morning until a thousand Fridays passed by, followed by the weekends, followed by Mondays, followed by Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, until Carla was lying face up in a wooden box buried underground.
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*The Fire Rises*
With his city falling apart, Batman couldn't believe Superman would mess around like this by defacing the Bat Symbol, the device the police used in emergencies to contact him. "God damn it Clark." As he considered the situation Batman decided maybe putting Kryptonite in Superman's cereal had been one step too far after all.
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With his city falling apart, Batman couldn't believe Superman would mess around like this by defacing the Bat Symbol, the device the police used in emergencies to contact him. "God damn it Clark." As he considered the situation Batman decided maybe putting Kryptonite in Superman's cereal had been one step too far after all.
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Hit & Run
Pat walked out of the gym just in time to see the monster slam into his brand new, immaculate dream car in the parking lot. Now sprinting towards his baby he saw the monster peel out and race down the road. Pat jumped into his car, hopped the curve and gave chase; one way or another this was ending with blood.
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Pat walked out of the gym just in time to see the monster slam into his brand new, immaculate dream car in the parking lot. Now sprinting towards his baby he saw the monster peel out and race down the road. Pat jumped into his car, hopped the curve and gave chase; one way or another this was ending with blood.
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When the Revolution Comes Part 2
"All you mother fuckers are gonna pay," he said as some jerk in a BMW cut him off. He thought about the appointment with the cable guy who never showed up, the dentist who canceled at the last minute, the many many girlfriends who had dumped him. They would all pay dearly when society finally crumbled.
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"All you mother fuckers are gonna pay," he said as some jerk in a BMW cut him off. He thought about the appointment with the cable guy who never showed up, the dentist who canceled at the last minute, the many many girlfriends who had dumped him. They would all pay dearly when society finally crumbled.
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The Brave One
The endless pounding on the thick blast door was deafening. They'd been told if one of them was willing to sacrifice their life so the alien could feed then the rest would get to live. Wanting nothing more than the pounding to stop, John closed his eyes and stepped through the airlock.
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The endless pounding on the thick blast door was deafening. They'd been told if one of them was willing to sacrifice their life so the alien could feed then the rest would get to live. Wanting nothing more than the pounding to stop, John closed his eyes and stepped through the airlock.
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How Dare You
The seemingly innocuous comment was the last straw for Charles. On the outside he appeared calm, but in his mind he had killed everyone in the room three times.
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The seemingly innocuous comment was the last straw for Charles. On the outside he appeared calm, but in his mind he had killed everyone in the room three times.
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Lucky Break
One rainy day in a Chicago skyscraper, Managing Director Mike Freeman leaps from his chair as he becomes the second richest US lottery winner ever. His envious employees watch incredulously as he shrieks in glee and smashes a laptop against his office door, sweeps the contents of his desk violently across glass walls and sends his files flying out of the window. A lone ticker tape breezes dreamily through the air and lands eighty-three floors down on the ground amongst a pool of garbage disposal guys on a lucky break.
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One rainy day in a Chicago skyscraper, Managing Director Mike Freeman leaps from his chair as he becomes the second richest US lottery winner ever. His envious employees watch incredulously as he shrieks in glee and smashes a laptop against his office door, sweeps the contents of his desk violently across glass walls and sends his files flying out of the window. A lone ticker tape breezes dreamily through the air and lands eighty-three floors down on the ground amongst a pool of garbage disposal guys on a lucky break.
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Percent, not %
A lunatic's laugh was the only thing that soared above the roar of the chainsaw. Write out the word, percent, Jonah Hetsberger had told his reporters again and again, until his cheeks were flush with anger. They should have learned these basics in journalism school, but they had not, apparently, and they ignored Jonah's patient on-the-job training, so up the chainsaw went, razor teeth whirring, ready to slice through the last remaining limb of the Bay Courier's sports reporter who had inexplicably used the percentage symbol in his preseason high school baseball story.
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A lunatic's laugh was the only thing that soared above the roar of the chainsaw. Write out the word, percent, Jonah Hetsberger had told his reporters again and again, until his cheeks were flush with anger. They should have learned these basics in journalism school, but they had not, apparently, and they ignored Jonah's patient on-the-job training, so up the chainsaw went, razor teeth whirring, ready to slice through the last remaining limb of the Bay Courier's sports reporter who had inexplicably used the percentage symbol in his preseason high school baseball story.
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The Dangerous Period of Sunshine After Rain
There’s nothing worse than a violent rainbow, scouring the landscape looking for gold. Firing its laser beams into the ground while a leprechaun sits maniacally laughing on top.
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There’s nothing worse than a violent rainbow, scouring the landscape looking for gold. Firing its laser beams into the ground while a leprechaun sits maniacally laughing on top.
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Self Satisfied Sniff
"My new Prius XP gets 55 MPGs, that means I'm not hurting Mother Earth like the rest of you pigs," Carter inhaled sharply through his nose at the end of his statement. On the other end of the phone Pat said, "Oh really?" and promptly slammed the clam-shelled phone shut as he gunned the engine on his lifted, oversized pick up and rammed it full speed into the brand new Prius. Rolling down the window Pat stared at the now horrified Carter and gave a version of his own self satisfied sharp inhale through the nose.
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"My new Prius XP gets 55 MPGs, that means I'm not hurting Mother Earth like the rest of you pigs," Carter inhaled sharply through his nose at the end of his statement. On the other end of the phone Pat said, "Oh really?" and promptly slammed the clam-shelled phone shut as he gunned the engine on his lifted, oversized pick up and rammed it full speed into the brand new Prius. Rolling down the window Pat stared at the now horrified Carter and gave a version of his own self satisfied sharp inhale through the nose.
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Mainlining Fantasy
"Frank, look, everything's fine, I'm OK. I appreciate your concern, and before you fret, let me run down what I did yesterday: I pored over the average draft positions for the top 200 players, focused on sleeper running backs playing behind starters who have missed five or more games every season since 2009, shifted over to wide receiver targets from 2010 and 2011, dissected drop rate among the top-ten receivers, examined a list of tight ends who blocked at the line of scrimmage in less than 20 percent of plays last season, and finished the day with five mock drafts in which I employed a personalized tiered ranking system based on ADP, VBD, and, of course, personal preference. So just relax, Frank, I'm perfectly, wonderfully fine."
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"Frank, look, everything's fine, I'm OK. I appreciate your concern, and before you fret, let me run down what I did yesterday: I pored over the average draft positions for the top 200 players, focused on sleeper running backs playing behind starters who have missed five or more games every season since 2009, shifted over to wide receiver targets from 2010 and 2011, dissected drop rate among the top-ten receivers, examined a list of tight ends who blocked at the line of scrimmage in less than 20 percent of plays last season, and finished the day with five mock drafts in which I employed a personalized tiered ranking system based on ADP, VBD, and, of course, personal preference. So just relax, Frank, I'm perfectly, wonderfully fine."
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It's Just One Draft, I Swear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Frank was becoming seriously afraid for his friend; afraid, sad and disgusted. The fantasy football season was months away, but his friend David spent at least 5 hours a day studying, mock drafting and making notes. Frank decided he had to help David, so he changed all of David's passwords to every sports website, changed all of his email passwords, kidnapped him and dropped him off at a homeless shelter all in the name of forcing David to take a break from internet football.
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Frank was becoming seriously afraid for his friend; afraid, sad and disgusted. The fantasy football season was months away, but his friend David spent at least 5 hours a day studying, mock drafting and making notes. Frank decided he had to help David, so he changed all of David's passwords to every sports website, changed all of his email passwords, kidnapped him and dropped him off at a homeless shelter all in the name of forcing David to take a break from internet football.
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Betting Your Life
Craig started the day saying he would only spend $20 at the casino slots, $20 and no more. As time went on he lost everything in his wallet, then emptied his checking account; five hours later he had lost the car payment money, then the mortgage money and his child's college fund. By midnight he had been relegated to a $1 slot machine with the mobster he owed his life to standing over his shoulder.
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Craig started the day saying he would only spend $20 at the casino slots, $20 and no more. As time went on he lost everything in his wallet, then emptied his checking account; five hours later he had lost the car payment money, then the mortgage money and his child's college fund. By midnight he had been relegated to a $1 slot machine with the mobster he owed his life to standing over his shoulder.
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The Cowardly Eagle
The other Eagles soared majestically, brave and strong, hunting to gather food for the flock. The cowardly eagle was a back stabbing asshole, petty and selfish, afraid to fly for any reason except for his own selfish desires; only taking food gathered for the flock and never adding to it. One night his brothers were out hunting and he purposefully unleashed a loud cry, revealing his brothers location to a predator and feasted on their dead bodies after the enemy had its fill.
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The other Eagles soared majestically, brave and strong, hunting to gather food for the flock. The cowardly eagle was a back stabbing asshole, petty and selfish, afraid to fly for any reason except for his own selfish desires; only taking food gathered for the flock and never adding to it. One night his brothers were out hunting and he purposefully unleashed a loud cry, revealing his brothers location to a predator and feasted on their dead bodies after the enemy had its fill.
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Independence Day
Is this a great country or what? Eighty-Six thousand days ago we declared our independence and sought to form a new nation, a better nation, one that would always stand for freedom and personal liberty. Missteps have occurred along the way, but America to this day strives to be better.
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Is this a great country or what? Eighty-Six thousand days ago we declared our independence and sought to form a new nation, a better nation, one that would always stand for freedom and personal liberty. Missteps have occurred along the way, but America to this day strives to be better.
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Two Homeruns, One Leg
Two homers. Yes, two that left the yard in a single game. It was a waking fantasy for Riley, whose bleary eyes ran with tears of joy and anguish after the game, as he sat in his car and amputated the leg that had crumbled like an unstable Jenga pile as he rounded third base on the final round-tripper.
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Two homers. Yes, two that left the yard in a single game. It was a waking fantasy for Riley, whose bleary eyes ran with tears of joy and anguish after the game, as he sat in his car and amputated the leg that had crumbled like an unstable Jenga pile as he rounded third base on the final round-tripper.
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Internet-less Life
Rain and wind lashed through their comfortable lives and drove the masses into the wilderness, the scalding outdoors, where they raised their iPhones and Droids and Blackberrys to the sky in vein, begging God to cast down digital manna and save them all from the unholy horror of human connection. Dear Sweet God Almighty Maker of Heaven and Earth, the masses cried in unison, send us WiFi.
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Rain and wind lashed through their comfortable lives and drove the masses into the wilderness, the scalding outdoors, where they raised their iPhones and Droids and Blackberrys to the sky in vein, begging God to cast down digital manna and save them all from the unholy horror of human connection. Dear Sweet God Almighty Maker of Heaven and Earth, the masses cried in unison, send us WiFi.
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The Painter
In a way I actually enjoy the painting, moving along, making progress, there’s a sense of achievement as I layer it on. Then I get to the end of the bridge, look back, and realise I have to start again.
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In a way I actually enjoy the painting, moving along, making progress, there’s a sense of achievement as I layer it on. Then I get to the end of the bridge, look back, and realise I have to start again.
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It’s All Over
Jean glanced up at Sam’s pink, gelatinous face as he shouted more obscenities at the penalty shootouts and gently pushed her hand under the sofa to retrieve his 9mm pistol. She was fed up with the football and wished it was all over. She swung her arm back up to the television and pulled the trigger twice; it was for now.
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Jean glanced up at Sam’s pink, gelatinous face as he shouted more obscenities at the penalty shootouts and gently pushed her hand under the sofa to retrieve his 9mm pistol. She was fed up with the football and wished it was all over. She swung her arm back up to the television and pulled the trigger twice; it was for now.
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Future Day
The time traveler input the date, hoping against hope that his machine would work, that it would take him to where he wanted to go. June 27, 2012 was the day he had chosen after careful study; he hoped that it was far enough in the future that the world would be a better place, away from the tyranny and war and death, but still close enough in time to where he was now that he wouldn't be totally out of touch. He staked his whole life on building this machine, and now he turned the key...
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The time traveler input the date, hoping against hope that his machine would work, that it would take him to where he wanted to go. June 27, 2012 was the day he had chosen after careful study; he hoped that it was far enough in the future that the world would be a better place, away from the tyranny and war and death, but still close enough in time to where he was now that he wouldn't be totally out of touch. He staked his whole life on building this machine, and now he turned the key...
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Do Androids Dream of Robot Trucks?
Most men dreamt of fame, money, fortune, women, or perhaps sports glory or killing a hated enemy in mortal combat in front of thousands. His day dreams, spare time and even his real dreams were dominated by thoughts big truck beds, four wheel drive, towing capacities, chrome bumpers, horsepower, torque and the intricacies of finding the perfect exhaust note. Although.... if he really considered it, killing a hated enemy in mortal combat probably could be done with a truck.
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Most men dreamt of fame, money, fortune, women, or perhaps sports glory or killing a hated enemy in mortal combat in front of thousands. His day dreams, spare time and even his real dreams were dominated by thoughts big truck beds, four wheel drive, towing capacities, chrome bumpers, horsepower, torque and the intricacies of finding the perfect exhaust note. Although.... if he really considered it, killing a hated enemy in mortal combat probably could be done with a truck.
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Summertime Softball Torture
It got so bad, with the score 14-0 after two innings, that I asked our left fielder to hit me in the knee with an aluminum baseball bat; anything to escape this summertime softball torture. The guy obliged, and while I don't regret it for a second, his manic laughing and yelps of joy afterward scared the shit out of me.
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It got so bad, with the score 14-0 after two innings, that I asked our left fielder to hit me in the knee with an aluminum baseball bat; anything to escape this summertime softball torture. The guy obliged, and while I don't regret it for a second, his manic laughing and yelps of joy afterward scared the shit out of me.
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Lizard Brain Cometh
He wanted to make a change, to try something new; to attempt something kinda scary. But a tiny part of his brain, his lizard brain, was telling him to slow down and back up, compromise; his most irrational fears were causing him to shake as his lizard brain took over. It grew and grew, he could feel his body changing - his DNA morphing to match the once tiny part of his brain that evolution dictated he share with lizards and now when he looked in the mirror he was no longer a human being.
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He wanted to make a change, to try something new; to attempt something kinda scary. But a tiny part of his brain, his lizard brain, was telling him to slow down and back up, compromise; his most irrational fears were causing him to shake as his lizard brain took over. It grew and grew, he could feel his body changing - his DNA morphing to match the once tiny part of his brain that evolution dictated he share with lizards and now when he looked in the mirror he was no longer a human being.
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The Sad Fall of The Goat King
The goats pulled angrily at the grass, their teeth clacking noisily in frustrated chops. "We used to rule those glorified monkeys, you know."
"Try to enjoy the grass, Your Highness."
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The goats pulled angrily at the grass, their teeth clacking noisily in frustrated chops. "We used to rule those glorified monkeys, you know."
"Try to enjoy the grass, Your Highness."
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When The Revolution Comes
She was cut off in traffic on her way to work and that same jerk flipped her off. Her "fresh" coffee from Starbucks was cold, her deadbeat cousin called her to ask for money, her low life boss called her into his office for a "chat". Throughout the day she accumulated a 1,000 little slights and wrote them all down; all these people would die when the revolution comes.
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She was cut off in traffic on her way to work and that same jerk flipped her off. Her "fresh" coffee from Starbucks was cold, her deadbeat cousin called her to ask for money, her low life boss called her into his office for a "chat". Throughout the day she accumulated a 1,000 little slights and wrote them all down; all these people would die when the revolution comes.
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#NeverForget
The virtual money was all gone. It was time for another hand, followed by another, and another, and a hundred thousand more. He had lost his poker life to Pat once again, and like the Holocaust and 9/11, he'd never forget.
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The virtual money was all gone. It was time for another hand, followed by another, and another, and a hundred thousand more. He had lost his poker life to Pat once again, and like the Holocaust and 9/11, he'd never forget.
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Hack, Cough, Hack
The editorial team heard the saleswoman like a siren, coughing through the phlegm perpetually stuck in her throat. The scribes were horrified by the warning hacks ringing down the hallway; single tears moved in rivulets down their haggard faces. Sales was here, and it was angry.
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The editorial team heard the saleswoman like a siren, coughing through the phlegm perpetually stuck in her throat. The scribes were horrified by the warning hacks ringing down the hallway; single tears moved in rivulets down their haggard faces. Sales was here, and it was angry.
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Pain
His back hurt, both knees were swollen, he was pretty sure he had pulled his calf, and there was a sharp pain in both elbows. His ankle throbbed as he tied his laces and his neck cracked as he put his hat on. There was no part of him that didn't hurt, but he had to keep going, Calverton Softball waits for no man.
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His back hurt, both knees were swollen, he was pretty sure he had pulled his calf, and there was a sharp pain in both elbows. His ankle throbbed as he tied his laces and his neck cracked as he put his hat on. There was no part of him that didn't hurt, but he had to keep going, Calverton Softball waits for no man.
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Strong Armed
Aaron felt his chest slam into the wall, his elbows pinned behind his back as his boss screamed, "YOUR A FREE LOADER!" Struggling through the pain Aaron yelled back, "How am I a free loader, money goes to the union out of every check I get before I even see the check!" he felt another slap on the back of his head as his boss and union president growled, "Your not paying the FULL dues, only the mandated dues, you owe us another $30 per month free loader;" with that his boss yanked his arm higher, breaking it.
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Aaron felt his chest slam into the wall, his elbows pinned behind his back as his boss screamed, "YOUR A FREE LOADER!" Struggling through the pain Aaron yelled back, "How am I a free loader, money goes to the union out of every check I get before I even see the check!" he felt another slap on the back of his head as his boss and union president growled, "Your not paying the FULL dues, only the mandated dues, you owe us another $30 per month free loader;" with that his boss yanked his arm higher, breaking it.
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Empty
The old theatre still stands there, empty, snuggled in between bigger buildings along the main street. Behind the worn façade are empty rows of seats in the dark, reminding themselves of the shows they used to see.
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The old theatre still stands there, empty, snuggled in between bigger buildings along the main street. Behind the worn façade are empty rows of seats in the dark, reminding themselves of the shows they used to see.
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OCD Nightmare
When he left the office, his desk was clean, free of clutter, almost pristine. Three days later his coworkers had managed to pile it high with files, random junk and their own personal belongings.
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When he left the office, his desk was clean, free of clutter, almost pristine. Three days later his coworkers had managed to pile it high with files, random junk and their own personal belongings.
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Information Overload
Jeff was using his iPad to read a book, but he kept his iPhone secured in his left hand to keep him constantly updated on his fantasy football teams progress. To his left was a laptop he was using to chat with multiple friends in multiple windows and on his right was another laptop where he was "working from home." After a full day of this his dreams were filled with the sounds of clicking keys, text message alerts, and endless numbers of computer screens.
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Jeff was using his iPad to read a book, but he kept his iPhone secured in his left hand to keep him constantly updated on his fantasy football teams progress. To his left was a laptop he was using to chat with multiple friends in multiple windows and on his right was another laptop where he was "working from home." After a full day of this his dreams were filled with the sounds of clicking keys, text message alerts, and endless numbers of computer screens.
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Ears Ringing
His ears rang. He heard the ringing every minute of everyday for his entire life. On day 10,950 he ended it by jamming two forks into his ears and pushing until the ringing stopped.
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His ears rang. He heard the ringing every minute of everyday for his entire life. On day 10,950 he ended it by jamming two forks into his ears and pushing until the ringing stopped.
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The Making of Softball Guy
Hugh was late to develop and early to deteriorate: He had been the last of his classmates to grow, the last to have his voice drop an octave and a half, and now he was the first to watch crows feet form along the edges of his dull grey eyes and his hair became thinner by the hour. It wasn't fair; none of it was fair. It should've been clear to his teammates why he was such an irrepressible asshole on the softball field, but they all seemed dumbfounded as to why Hugh would treat recreational co-ed softball like it was war.
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Hugh was late to develop and early to deteriorate: He had been the last of his classmates to grow, the last to have his voice drop an octave and a half, and now he was the first to watch crows feet form along the edges of his dull grey eyes and his hair became thinner by the hour. It wasn't fair; none of it was fair. It should've been clear to his teammates why he was such an irrepressible asshole on the softball field, but they all seemed dumbfounded as to why Hugh would treat recreational co-ed softball like it was war.
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Chelsea, Tabitha, and Mrs. Renfrew
"I'll never be married," mused the middle-aged woman as she sipped on free champagne and watched with shameful bitterness as a toddler in a tuxedo chased a group of newborn ducks. "I'm going to become one of those angry spnsters who's mean to children and gives her cats people names."
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"I'll never be married," mused the middle-aged woman as she sipped on free champagne and watched with shameful bitterness as a toddler in a tuxedo chased a group of newborn ducks. "I'm going to become one of those angry spnsters who's mean to children and gives her cats people names."
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Eyes From A Sonogram
Empty, grainy black-and-white sockets glared from the sonogram, never blinking, telling its mother and father that it would need tuition money, truckloads of it, in Mitt Romney's America.
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Empty, grainy black-and-white sockets glared from the sonogram, never blinking, telling its mother and father that it would need tuition money, truckloads of it, in Mitt Romney's America.
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Never. Again.
He woke up in a cold sweat, the memory of his horrible nightmare still clinging to his subconscious; but as bas as the nightmare was the truth that spawned it was that much worse. That trip to Olive Garden really HAD been that awful.
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He woke up in a cold sweat, the memory of his horrible nightmare still clinging to his subconscious; but as bas as the nightmare was the truth that spawned it was that much worse. That trip to Olive Garden really HAD been that awful.
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Fresh Air
The business executive got home from work and put his briefcase down with a thud. Finally he could begin working on what he liked to call his "side project", a novel. He grabbed his typewriter and gas mask as he decided it would be a good day to work outside; the smog wasn't too bad today and the weather forecast said the chances of an acid rain shower were minimal.
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The business executive got home from work and put his briefcase down with a thud. Finally he could begin working on what he liked to call his "side project", a novel. He grabbed his typewriter and gas mask as he decided it would be a good day to work outside; the smog wasn't too bad today and the weather forecast said the chances of an acid rain shower were minimal.
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The Outlaw
The government's forces had said they'd chase him to the end of the Earth. As he looked out the thick plexiglass and saw the whole expanse of Mars City he knew he'd never be back on Earth ever again..., "What a shit hole."
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The government's forces had said they'd chase him to the end of the Earth. As he looked out the thick plexiglass and saw the whole expanse of Mars City he knew he'd never be back on Earth ever again..., "What a shit hole."
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The Wild Ones
The group of twelve kids ran through the town all day; make believing they were kings and queens, super heroes, monsters, aliens or cops and robbers. Deep down inside they all knew the truth, this world belonged to them.
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The group of twelve kids ran through the town all day; make believing they were kings and queens, super heroes, monsters, aliens or cops and robbers. Deep down inside they all knew the truth, this world belonged to them.
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Why Me?
"My alarm didn't go off, I lost power while taking a shower, my car wouldn't start, I got a flat tire, it was raining, traffic was bad, I got into an accident, I twisted m ankle walking across the parking lot and I fell down the stairs." The General Manager heard the tale of woe, sighed and looked at the ceiling while considering the mans fate, "Your fired."
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"My alarm didn't go off, I lost power while taking a shower, my car wouldn't start, I got a flat tire, it was raining, traffic was bad, I got into an accident, I twisted m ankle walking across the parking lot and I fell down the stairs." The General Manager heard the tale of woe, sighed and looked at the ceiling while considering the mans fate, "Your fired."
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The Familiar Walk to Work
He walks past the bar where he met his friends yesterday, and he walks past the café where he ate on the weekend. There’s the corner where he bumped into her that first day, and there’s the restaurant where she said no to his offer of a ring.
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He walks past the bar where he met his friends yesterday, and he walks past the café where he ate on the weekend. There’s the corner where he bumped into her that first day, and there’s the restaurant where she said no to his offer of a ring.
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It Looks Like Rain
Judy felt the cold wind cut through her grey top, forcing her to clutch her arms tightly at her sides. This time, she thought, I have to be sure he's dead before I close the window.
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Judy felt the cold wind cut through her grey top, forcing her to clutch her arms tightly at her sides. This time, she thought, I have to be sure he's dead before I close the window.
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I Need More Guns
"In other news, a man was arrested today for the cannibalistic murder that has some speculating about zombies, " Pat heard the news reporter and opened his safe. Counting the weapons he knew they wouldn't be enough when the moment came.
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"In other news, a man was arrested today for the cannibalistic murder that has some speculating about zombies, " Pat heard the news reporter and opened his safe. Counting the weapons he knew they wouldn't be enough when the moment came.
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Good Morning
He laced his shoes, straitened his shorts and pulled the hood over his head as he opened the door for his daily 5 AM run. Stepping out onto the pavement the cold, pouring rain immediately soaked through to his bones.
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He laced his shoes, straitened his shorts and pulled the hood over his head as he opened the door for his daily 5 AM run. Stepping out onto the pavement the cold, pouring rain immediately soaked through to his bones.
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