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Submitted to Contest #63
“This year, we’re goin through Michigan!” Pappy, in his 17th year, proudly announced to his family of 28 blue-winged teals. Cheers of “yay, hooray, quack-quack-quack” erupted from the youngsters. Others near middle-age weren’t so excited. One fledgling couldn’t contain itself and kicked furiously under the water. She looked calm above the surface except that her smile was from ear to ear across her pretty dark bill. “It was so boring last year going through North Dakota.” She swam out of the circles she was making over to her...
Submitted to Contest #60
“Start journal. Assigned parent #36,098,234,520 left me a message today. Humanity has killed off another planet and we’re moving again. I hate it. Months of risking our lives out in space. I can’t take another trip to another planet. Venus is fine and I’m staying here on Cloud City. Mars was fine before we blew it up. I never knew Earth, but I bet it was fine too before it overheated.” Killian kicked his robotic hover-dog. It sprung to life, out of sleep mode, fake-barking, and looking to play. “Go chase the cat.” A smaller shiny toy went ...
Submitted to Contest #57
“Hey hun’, this website might be better than anything our lawyers can do,” Cathy said to her husband. “How so? Is it any good?” Andrew asked back as he walked across their kitchen to his wife. She was on her laptop at the dining room table. He left eggplants for their baba ganoush roasting in the oven. No matter how rich they got, he still loved to cook. Cathy still loved to garden. “Well, it looks better than doyourownwill.com." Andrew laughed out loud at that memory. “I was kinda likin’ that rocketLawyer.com site or maybe legalZoom. ...
Submitted to Contest #56
A young man wearing Van's shoes, loose-fitting jeans, and a t-shirt knocked on the door. The sign above the building's entrance read Mindspace Headquarters. Security sat at their desk, separated from the youngster by plexiglass. "Help you?" One of the guards said. "Yeah, I got called in for an interview..." They cut him off. "Elevator's around the corner. Third floor." The guard said and then turned his focus to his monitors. The interviewee muttered to himself as he rounded the corner: "Okay, thank you very much. Come...
Submitted to Contest #55
From east to west, gunpowder brought evil around the world. The explosive originated in China. It turned to sporting in Europe as hunters advanced from archery to shooting. Now, in America, multinational corporations cared more about money than sport or war. Companies make opportunities from pandemics and elections. Both drive guns and ammo sales higher. Executives are tasked to win at any cost. Dear reader, first some background: This story takes place in a world much like our own. In this gun-crazy world, a tall slender man that you...
Submitted to Contest #52
Ruth O’Hearn thought her situation through before going on air: "I've been the moon's resident manager for the past year." She was pumping herself up now. "People love me." She announced through live-stream that her replacement's name had been drawn. "Every year humanity partners with AI to oversee our global energy solution," her speech began from the moon base. * * * “The things I do for freedom.” Aaron Norton said to himself, rubbing the tattooed numbers 66653090010 on the back of his hand. He grimaced as he thought about these ...
Submitted to Contest #50
“How on earth could you carry that up here?” Haley whispered mostly to himself, but also to this beautiful red bird that just flew into his treehouse. The cardinal flapped fervently. Haley scooted back into the corner, away from this maniac-invader. “Red, can I call you Red?” Haley asked as the bird kept flapping and dragging its payload into its own corner of the treehouse. “Red! You stop that right now!” Haley got up. “Thank goodness. I could have helped you if that was all you wanted.” Nodding to the bird, he walked over to the window...
Submitted to Contest #37
“Furlough isn’t all bad,” a broad-shouldered lad said to his lady as they hiked through the woods. She responded: “It is better than data entry!” Brunette hair waved in the fresh air. Her chocolate locks were constrained only slightly by her camouflage purple ball-cap. “It doesn’t pay quite as well though,” she quipped. “No, it does not.” His answer was pensive, and they continued their walk.A few minutes later they came to a T in the trail. From a distance, they saw another couple. “What are they doing?” The girl asked. Tom hande...
Submitted to Contest #34
“Oh, hello. Nice to meet you. My name is Ginny. I’m a girl-dog, a Brittany spaniel. My dad likes to quote this movie we watch sometimes and call me “a Brittany-a-Spanish-girl” Crazy man that he is. That dog was a cocker spaniel, but he likes it, so I go with it. I’m French, though, really.” She looked over her shoulder, pointing out her orange spots across her otherwise white coat. Ginny turned back to her new friend. “A couple years ago I got a disability. Oh, no, don’t worry about me. I’m ok. I just can’t walk very well anymore. My parents...
Submitted to Contest #33
“It’s the farmer!” Mopsy exclaimed to her boyfriend. She gazed over at the cottontail on the other side of their pine trees, eyes wide with glee. Cinnamon’s ears twisted around this way and that. He checked for predators but didn’t expect to hear any. The garden down their row of pines at the corner of the farmer’s home was pretty safe while the sun was out. Every Saturday, one of the farmers would come out and deposit compost in their garden. Trees surrounded acres of corn. Mrs. farmer grew a few of her favorites, like strawberr...
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