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Submitted to Contest #314
THANK YOU, WALPOLE I am not a man, although I have a broad chest and manly shoulders. I am not a woman, although I have soft lustrous brown hair. I am not a little boy or girl (although I am only two feet tall).I am a dog. And not any dog. I am an English Springer Spaniel. A Springer Spaniel with special skills! I was born talking ….not barking. Don’t laugh. This is no joke. Especially for me. Life as a dog who can talk is not easy, even if he (or she) still can (or will) sit, speak and fetch. Some of my kind might even sit and beg, for go...
Submitted to Contest #313
REVENGE HAS A RING TO IT “This is the restaurant I was telling you about. The food is good, but the Oceanside view is killer, Am I right?”“It’s fine, Davey. A diner would have been fine, too.” “Ed, come on, let’s chill. I wish it hadn’t come to this. I mean, the reason that we’re here.”“It didn’t have to come to this, Davie. And don’t talk like you’re the injured party. It doesn’t suit you. ““Ed, it’s not worth this much bad blood. It’s not like this get-together is another deal breaker. ““Hey, you’re the attorney here, but it seems to me ...
Submitted to Contest #311
7/18 THE SMALL OR TALL CURSEMe, my name is Miggs. I am a little person, a little little person. Most of the time. What do I mean by most of the time? I mean on Monday through Friday I am only 2 feet tall, but on the weekend, I am 7’2” through no fault of my own. Thanks to (or rather no thanks to) the whim of Exos. Exos is a black-hearted sorcerer.I was born in a tiny village and put under a curse by Exos who was no little person himself but very small indeed in terms of character. Exos loved practical jokes. The more senseless and cr...
Submitted to Contest #309
LAST SUPPER The piece of paper in my hands with the recipe I had decided on-- torn long ago from my grandmother’s Betty Crocker Cookbook --was a bit yellowed, It felt fragile, and it even gave off an old timey kitchen-y smell...faintly aromatic of what? Bread flour out of an old wooden bin? Melting butter? Yeast rising? Maybe my imagination was just running away from me. This would not be a day like any other in the kitchen. I read the instructions and the list of ingredients again. For the third time. Could I make it? Despite all the ma...
Submitted to Contest #308
MYSTICAL GIFT IN MAINE “Don’t be silly, Evie. There’s no such thing as a haunted house. What I am concerned about and what you should be concerned about is whether we can afford a cabin in the Maine woods for the summer. Even at these pre-season rates.”“And whether they’ll rent to us as a lesbian couple?”“Jeez, it’s 2025, Evie, we just had Pride week. The world has moved on. At least I think so. The broker Lucy whatshername didn’t even blink at my biker tattoos. Anyway, this is a kind of free trial week, we poke around and spend a night or...
Submitted to Contest #306
A MEAL FOR PRINCE CHARMING “ ! HEAR YE! WHO IS THE CLEVEREST KITCHEN MAIDEN IN THE LAND?EACH DAY FOR THE NEXT HALF FORTNIGHT, THE KING’S MEN WILL LEAVE A DIFFERENT INGREDIENT AT THE DOOR OF EACH UNMARRIED MAIDEN, AN INGREDIENT FOR THE PLATTER, THE KETTLE, THE FRYPAN. PRINCE MERVYN HIMSELF WILL BE BY TO SUP ON THE MEAL CREATED BY EACH MAID AT THE END OF THE 5 DAYS! ONE DISH PER MAIDEN. YOU MAY ONLY ADD SALT AND BUTTER FROM YOUR OWN PANTRY TO YOUR CRFEATION. THE WINNING DISH WILL WIN THE PRINCE’S PROPOSAL IN MARRIAGE.’“Since you can’t re...
Submitted to Contest #305
I, PETER FORSYTH? I stared at the crowd and told the biggest lie of my life. I am not who you think I am. In fact I do not know who I am. This is all a mistake. Or was it a lie? Who was I? And who were they? I was still Peter Forsyth wasn’t I? If that was true, what was I, Peter Forsyth, of Erie, PA, doing here in this arena, on this stage, in front of all these strangers? It didn’t feel like I was in Erie, anymore. I didn’t see a single person in front of me who looked familiar or who looked like he or she recognized me. Had I been on ...
Submitted to Contest #304
DEADLINE FOR A RAGDOLL Once upon a time…and a place (They go together after all) when the world was truly alive, truly, all in color all talking alive. When you could tell your troubles to your geraniums, play go fishwith your parakeet or, share secrets with your favorite teddy bear, there lived a spunky no-nonsense lap- sized doll named McGee (she had taken her name from a box of crackers since no one—not even her ragdoll momma-- had ever given her a proper name). But McGee lived in a country that sadly wasn’t all in color. A place (aptly...
Submitted to Contest #302
AUNT EUNICE AND THE ENVELOPE “I don’t understand.” Kevin stared apprehensively at the man before him, a burly middle-aged man with pink bonbonnière in his lapel and a smoldering cigar hanging out of his mouth who had just stepped out of a pristine powder blue Cadillac. It just didn’t make any sense, what this man, who up until a few minutes ago had been a complete stranger, was saying to him! Everything seemed upside down and backwards now. He closed his eyes and, like rerunning a movie tried to remember the last 10 minutes. Starting when h...
Submitted to Contest #300
BLIND WOMAN’S BLUFF Shh… this is a dangerous environment I am in, and I am not alone here. I didn’t really start here. I am talking into my mini recorder. My personal audio journal. Softly and quietly. I, Louise Ellison, I am not sighted ( I refuse to use the” B” word, but feel free, you sighted folks, to label me however you like, but don’t be insulting or pandering. We get enough of that elsewhere). Anyway, as I said, I didn’t start here. I started in my very own quiet, safe living room. Of course, any environment can be a dangerous...
Submitted to Contest #298
ARIS RISING “Hello, miss, could you help me, please? I’m on the invitation list. My name is…““Speak up, miss. Have you noticed what a zoo it is in here? This premiere is by invitation only, so it you don’t have…” “Oh, yes, of course. I’m sorry. I’ll try to speak up. And I do have an invitation. See! That’s my name, Aris. There on the invitation.”“Well, Erin, it looks like you are alone. Well, nevertheless. It looks like you’ll have to entertain yourself while you wait…just like everyone else.”No, it’s not Erin, its Aris, and Wait? It...
Submitted to Contest #297
.. IT ISN’T EASY BEING A TRANSHUMAN 3.0 …Not when 34.2% of my friends are already up to TH 3.5 or even a few at 4! Not that I am jealous. No, no. I had that programed out of me long ago, along with greed, lust and a few other useless old-fashioned human traits. Weird, the stuff those pre-transhumans had to deal with! I am just talking to myself again or maybe to an imaginary someone from another time, even though self-talk, unlicensed imagining and daydreaming are not strictly allowed anymore, according to Code X37. Still, I like to talk...
Submitted to Contest #295
ATHENA’S DINNER PLATE “Athena, don’t stack your doll dishes that way. You could break one! Especially that big one with the nice pattern. That was a gift from Grandmother Foster. I don’t understand why a young girl would want a Greek platter, but she must have had her reasons. She said something about Aunt Elsie that eluded me.”“This one is my favorite. This big one. Aunt Elsie is not my favorite.”“Athena, that’s a terrible thing to say. Aunt Elsie is very generous. “Remember, she gave you that beautiful doll with the Hawaiian grass ski...
Submitted to Contest #293
LEFT BEHIND “Stop! Stop! We’ve got to go back.”“Go back? For what? Last night, you told me you were itching to get out of Phoenix. Evan, that’s your name, right? Well, you and me, we’re almost 100 miles out of Phoenix. You got your wish. “ “But you don’t understand……” “What I understand is that I usually don’t take on strangers on my drives, Evan. You just lucked out. You caught Grace in a good mood. You must have had some persuasive swagger last night.” “Evan, yes, the name’s Evan. Evan Weiner. Swagger...
Submitted to Contest #289
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN AN UNFAMILIAR ROOM “Hello? Where am I? This room is so strange. This can’t be a hotel room. This broken-down chair and me are the only things here! How did I get here and where is here ANYWAY? This can’t be a dream. . Should I pinch myself? Does that work? Probably not and anyway, I felt that pinch. It feels like I’m pretty high up. I hate heights. My God, it’s only 8 am. Why am I not sitting at the breakfast table? Why are the windows all taped up? Has someone moved ...
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