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Once upon a time there was a little girl. This little girl had a beautiful mind. Her mind was very active, filled with wonderful stories, sparkly, shiny gears of thought twisted and turned in ecstatic motion every day. She loved imagining stories, animals and all kinds of things. Her imagination took her to wonderful places. After some time, the girl, living happily in her world of imagination and stories, began to notice an amazing wonder.Her hands were filled with wonderful light. Every where she went, she was able to improve things by a...
2000 years in the future, there is a tree shortage. Science has not advanced fast enough or far enough (despite the efforts of scientists and government officials) to create a paper alternative. 2000 years into the future, there is no toilet paper.Historians sometimes define this historic break as "pre TP" or "After Tp". In a pre Tp world, people lived in ignorant bliss of the shadow side of toilet paper. They knew not of tree extinction or the blood that was lost and shed in order to get them their precious rolls. After Tp, butts were dry a...
Submitted to Contest #238
She came from Ohio. She got off a steel clad bus in the center of town, and dragged her feet to the doors of "Silent Springs, -"the premier retreat for people of discerning tastes". "Hello I'm here for the retreat", she muttered at the front desk,The front desk lady had long, shiny black hair and slanted glasses."Name?" "Shilo Smith". Front desk lady nodded to indicate she had found Shilo on the registration list.She got up from the mahogany barrier, and descended to lead Shiloh into her quarters. The bed was white and prim, clean and the bl...
The man in the ditch loved his ditch. He spent his whole life there.How did he end up in the ditch? Nobody really knows.He just loved it with all his heart. Don't talk to my about my ditch.he would say when people would linger around his ditch. Asking, Daryl, maybe you'd like to come out of there?They handed him water and bits of bread and cheese. Daryl, maybe you'd like to have a bath? They would say after smelling his rotten rags and clothes mildewed by many nights spent in the harsh rains. Daryl put up his nose at their their suggestions....
Submitted to Contest #213
You've heard of the Midas touch? There once was a man with fingers of Rose. Everything he touched turned a beautiful shade of pink. He first noticed when he was growing up. He was a shy child, with a halo of beautiful blonde hair.His eyes were gleaming and blue.And everything he touched, from the ground to the blankets, to his books, to his mother's arms, turned a wonderful shade of rose gold.But it wasn't just that the change was into metal, it was also a certain loving energy, that came ...
The woman touched her laptop. It was time to write another story. Her editor was on her back for the latest copy of her book. Her fingers were white and pale and flit across the keyboard. She longed to create a masterpiece but her feeble attempts led nowhere. She drank another gulp of wine and tried to drown her writing sorrows. By 5pm the woman-whose name was Sarah had already ordered tw...
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