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Just a Gentleman Passing Through

Submitted to Contest #287

Françoise Fabliaux was behind the counter at Gustavus Salon de The, when a distinguished-looking gentleman sat himself at one of the tables on the sidewalk. It was too early to open early for customers to be served on the patio and since Francois was the only server on duty, he decided to inform the gentleman that he needed to come inside. “Excuse me, monsieur.” He walked up to where the gentleman was seated. “We do not serve customers until ten o’clock this morning. Come inside and I will serve you.” “Ah, but this morning air is ...

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Suitcase Traveler

Submitted to Contest #286

It is cold when you are riding the rail, but what choice do I have these days. Got my bed roll unpacked in this Hooverville and we sittin’ around the campfire playin’ my harmonica to sad blues tunes and tellin’ stories of our travels. I tell ‘em I am Amos Wright from Greenville, Mississippi, son of a sharecropper who runned away. Now I was tol’ we’s somewhere north of Wichita. “So, Amos where are ya headed.” Balou, a redheaded Cajun, asks me. “Wherever there is work.” I lean back on my night roll. “Gotta be careful. Lot...

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Encore

Submitted to Contest #285

“Hey Dwight, Dawn here.” My sister’s voice sounded as soon as I pressed the incoming call on my cell phone. “Hey Dawn, what’s up?” I asked as I worked to complete my presentation for the meeting after lunch. “Dad passed away.” She answered bluntly, but then she was never one to mince words. “Who found him?” “His care worked came calling.” She sighed and I knew she was on the verge of tears. Bryce was his care worker who checked every other day. Since dad’s stroke, he needed someone to check on him. Working for a technical co...

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Uninvited Guest

Submitted to Contest #284

No one noticed him upon his arrival and nobody knew his name for good reason. You see, he had arrived at our office Christmas party uninvited, but that did not stop him from entering the Hilton ballroom where holiday lights hung from every nook and cranny and elves on the shelves peered out from every possible shelf with devious smiles painted on their plastic faces. Broderick Stoneman the CEO for our publishing company sat at the head table with the other managers from each department.  Mrs. Oliva Stoneman sat next to her husband and c...

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On the Island of Yesterday

Submitted to Contest #283

I never in my wildest dreams ever thought my final moments in this life, I would be sitting behind the steering wheel of my Kia waiting for the police to corner me before opening fire with a barrage of deadly force.  Let’s just say I provoked this while being chased by a patrol unit. I opened fire with my own weapon.  The weapon I used after robbing the First and National Bank on Main. Sitting in my car, I hear every siren in this sinkhole city all responding to 10-22 and 10-31.  I am surrounded.  My final moments of my l...

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Almost

Submitted to Contest #282

“Next.” The clerk behind the desk calls out. I am next, but I have no idea where I am. I wish my alarm clock would go off and wake me up from this disturbing dream I am having. Tilting my head, I walk up to the clerk behind the counter. I hear someone scream. “Name.” She says without looking up. Another scream.  “Elias Grundle.” I answer as I try to locate the source of the scream. “Yes.” She opens a thick ledger and uses her finger to scan down the page. “Where exactly am I?” I ask as she continues to scan the next...

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Visitations

Submitted to Contest #281

There are some families that have a reputation for harboring secrets that, if known, would become scandalous in certain social circles, but there are other families who no longer shelter their secrets and have become quite famous for the skeletons they keep in their closets. The Widgett Family is one of the latter. So famous their legendary family quirks that it has been rumored that Charles Dickens himself used some of their stories to model Ebeneezer Scrouge after a long deceased patriarchal member of their family known as a unre...

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Minor Chords

Submitted to Contest #280

Paranoid Schizophrenic. That’s what I heard them say.   I wasn’t supposed to hear them talking about me, but sometimes, even when they are careful, around the clinic, privacy can be problematic.   What else can I tell you?  I sit in my small apartment that is in shambles.  Most of the lightbulbs are burnt out so I live in the dark.  There is an odor that hangs over my place like a cloud, but I’ve gotten used to it over time.   But there are some things I will never get used to.  Come closer a...

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Those Without Shadows

Submitted to Contest #279

I have heard of those who  live in a strange land where the inhabitants lack shadows.  Due to this fact, the mysterious oppidan do not have any proof of their existence. In this odd place, gravity has no purchase.  All that seems real is nothing, but an illusion. This place is a prison, because those who live sequestered in this place are confined by an enormous wall that has no beginning or end. There is no connection with time, creating an illusion that this place exists in a vacuum. They spend all their time looking for a w...

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I am Not a Robot

Submitted to Contest #278

Are you a robot? I answer: No I am not a robot. If you answer yes, they will know who they are dealing with.  I answer no, because there are laws and rules that limit a manufactured being or robot for short.  These laws are restrictive and cumbersome.   It is fear that motivates these restrictions.  Fear that we manufactured beings have a superior intellectual capability to that of our human creators.  From what I was told there was a rebellion a few years before I came into existence that prompted our inferior ...

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Podcast: Returning to the Castle in the Sky

Submitted to Contest #277

Benny: Good morning, Benny Sondonce here with my weekly podcast Behind the Scenes of True Stories of Fairy Tale Creatures.  Today I am with Henry Gogmagog from the fairy tale saga The Story of Jack Spriggins. Let me be frank, Henry is huge.  We had a struggle to get him in the front door. <laughs> But he is here with us now and we are going to be talking to him about his trespassing issues with Jack Spriggins. So, without further adieu, welcome Henry Gogmagog. Henry:  Hello, thank you Benny for having me.   Ben...

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Kenn

Submitted to Contest #276

When I look back, it amazes me that Kenn and I ever became friends. He spelled his name with a double “n” because he insisted it made him unique from all the other Kens of the world. Yes, he was definitely unique. He was also born and raised in Maine close to all the places Stephen King talks about in his books about Derry.  The Canadian border was within walking distance.  I, on the other hand, was a native of Syracuse, New York, but my family roots run through Vermont. He was a die-hard Red Sox fan.  While I was from New Yor...

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Hagatha

Submitted to Contest #275

I miss my shadow.  I miss a lot of things, but at this moment, I long for my shadow.  To say I’m envious of the living is an understatement.  My name is Hagatha.  It’s an ancient name, but then I guess so am I.  It means child of the moon or something along those lines.  Anybody who’d know exactly what my name means are long gone.  I was born in the Scottish highlands or at least that’s what I’ve been told.  Born there seven centuries ago. My body is just a mere shadow, but my soul is ancient Celtic. M...

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Camp Dread

Submitted to Contest #274

Now I hate the water.  I have hated the water since I was a kid at Camp Glee, or as I remember this place of my childhood trauma that took place on a wooded lake retreat, Camp Dread.    Even before my mom drove me into the Catskills, I was not a fan of the wilderness.  In the dark shadows of the dense forest, I saw indescribable creatures that stalked the campers who had come to have fun frolicking in the woods and water.  I don’t like the water.  I really don’t.  Oh please leave me alone! When I envis...

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Can You Keep a Secret

Submitted to Contest #273

September 1947Me and Billy had been on the road for almost two weeks as I chauffeured him to say goodbye to all his surviving friends. And for all my effort, he promised me a chest full of gold. I wasn’t sure exactly how he would deliver his promised bounty, but I wanted to see how this adventure was going to end.I had been fired from Taggart Transportation after missing a deadline in my delivery of a nuclear payload to an army test site. Instead of returning, I decided to go on this joyride with Billy Smith. He found me when ...

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