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Submitted to Contest #298
It was the same time of day, same blistering heat and Vendo, short for VendoMatic600, was in their groove. Their actions were mostly pre planned. Drop a few targeted ad lines to likely customers but let their standard algorithms do the rest. No need to actively sweat it. Their ringlets spun, crinkling the snacks and meal bars at just the right moment.It was good pickings. Vendo could easily clear six hundred chips a day. The highest in the area. Least that's what the reflection of their sticker said in the showroom window opposite.Then one d...
Submitted to Contest #279
The dead don't get reservationsAs I'd have told you last year LA Crack chicken is to die for. I just never expected to actually die for it. It all happened as I was waiting on my blue buffalo chicken burger, trying to ignore the blitzy headache that was pushing its way up to the forefront. The restaurant was rammed, the balcony overlooking the courtyard below was crammed. Twice I got sleeves in my sauce. I moved it away after the second time, I do have standards…The server looked a little grey and his eyes were bulging s...
Submitted to Contest #240
"They'll be here soon".The words were ancient, the paper they were on even more so. The markings on the paper were dated at approximately a thousand years old but the paper itself was at least ten times that. When they found it it was sitting in a room, bland in nature. Eggshell-white walls, drained of any inspiration or creativity, as if to draw any visitors into the exhibits. The note was found in 2006, a plaque in its new home reads.The plaque is dusty and ignored now, twisted and bent by the failed attempts to remove it. One day, a hoode...
Submitted to Contest #239
The car’s tires thrummed and sang as they pressed against the road and traced against the rough edge. The music, sparking into the air from an old, dusty speaker set, caused the hands gripping a steering ball and the wheel to tap and flex with the rhythm. The scenery flashed by as the speedometer on the dash reflected his confidence. The needle hung on the edge of the limit, the limit that the disappearing sign in the rear mirror had announced. Then the needle crested and broke into the red, the tires and car thrumming and vibrating louder. ...
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