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Maxwell Taylor

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Surveillance recording no. #56 - The Essex Cannibals

Submitted to Contest #186

“You two can call me a Thanksgiving turkey. … I’m stuffed! … Aw come on! What got into you two spoilsports? Where's that big, pretty smile you’re known for Paul?” “I’m fine Bill. We’re just enjoying our food.” “You don’t look like you’re enjoying it all that much. Liven up a bit, we’ve got a whole banquet in front of us! Fit for a bloody king! An entire Jazz band, basted and broiled!” “I’m enjoying it just fine. You two start on the next course without me. Gonna get some air.” “You know Paul. Smoking them cigg...

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Alien book club

Submitted to Contest #157

John stood with the alien in front of his bookshelf. A chance encounter with the third kind. It had ended up in his back garden some days ago and he was helping it repair its method of transportation ; it just needed a working toaster apparently. While already fixed, it needed about a day to ... well ... John didn't quite understand why it needed a day but the Alien was adamant that it did. While very eager to get home, it took a novel interest in the customs of the strange peoples it found itself amongst.“What are all these?” the alien said...

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The virtuous cycle

Submitted to Contest #156

A group of men, masked by night, run out into the mud. They step over dead bodies and follow the sound of a voice screaming for help. They find him on the floor, unable to move having been hobbled by a bullet. The stretcher bears share a look and kneel down to place the man onto the stretcher. “3. 2. 1.” The man counts as they both ready themselves to lift him up. They steal back into the night as best the can while bearing his weight, hoping the other side honours the unspoken rule that medical staff aren’t to be shot at. Of course they kno...

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Late night beers

Submitted to Contest #155

CW for mentions of death and minor mentions of suicideAllan awoke with a start. His phone was vibrating rapidly on his bedside table. Not the phone he used for personal matters, but instead his simple burner phone. The one he used for work. The one that could be remotely wiped by the press of a button. The one where he received orders to do reconnaissance on those who are having people paid to kill them. He sat up and tried to put on his best ‘awake’ voice for the person on the other end of the line.“Wa-h-wha-who is it?” he said. “Hello...

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The greater good

Submitted to Contest #153

I work for Hell. See, a lot of humans think Hell is just the entire ‘fire and brimstone’ part but there are a lot of people who make sure that it’s well regulated. There are a lot of different departments down here. I don’t deal with torture, that’d be the folks a couple layers down. I work in the more bureaucratic departments. I work in one of the very first levels of the afterlife, dealing with petty disputes over morality. I decide who goes up to heaven and who gets dragged down to hell. Most decisions are automated now but a few mor...

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