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Submitted to Contest #43
 Brother Boniface loved Francis Albert Sinatra. He always referred to âol blue eyes with his full title. He would breeze into the classroom in the morning and DOBE DOBEDOBEDOO himself into his chair. Then it was up to the board with a sum. It was usually a âhardâ sum. He vowed to turn us âpumpkinsâ into human beings before we would be let loose on the world and God help the planet on that day. But we didnât know for sure what a pumpkin was. None of the class had ever seen one. Or if we had then we...
Submitted to Contest #40
v The Call of the Wild  In the morning they came with the medicines. The pills were pink and blue and yellow, variegated, and sometimes the capsules were multicolored. These were doled out by the lab-coated charge nurse, who extracted the tablets from white, plastic bottles or from cards of silver foil. The patients were clad in pajamas, and were bleary-eyed from too much sleep, too much of hell and sleeping pills, as they queued around the dispensing nurse for their morning dose.Breakfast consisted of tea and t...
Submitted to Contest #38
A Crow in The Morning He knew the crows in the small wood. He knew their little houses, their exits and entrances, and he sensed when one of them had died.He left out bits of bread for them in bad weather.Sitting under a tree, he pondered them. The crows were black, black as night, black as coal, black as evil, if evil was dark. Darkness equated with evil, the sinister side of things. He drew on a cigarette, and a zephyr of grey exhaled from his widening mouth. Black crows, black, black, black and then, the...
Submitted to Contest #36
 Future Imperfect Ballygilhooley Workhouse Dec 28th 1848 A.D.   Wardenâs Report Future Imperfect Ballygilhooley Workhouse Dec 28th 1848 A.D.   Wardenâs Report âTis a grim Christmastime thatâs in it. At least, one positive weather vane on the horizon means that we may be on the cusp of finally dispensing with the case of one Larry Muldoon, who has caused great agitation and disturbance in the workhouse, as a result of his âstrange dreamsâ. The saga began last July when the afore...
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