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Submitted to Contest #80
He opened his eyes... suddenly... Overawed by what surrounded him... The darkness... The low menacing clouds... The warmness of the... Early morning?... Night? The "heavy" sounds emanating from all around him... But all seemed near... He sat slowly up, the opened sleeping bag damp and holding on to a few dead leaves, knuckling his eyes to prove he was not seeing things... He didn't know where he was. His damp grey tee-shirt, and khaki pants... wet from...? Dew? Rainfall? He wasn't sure... Then he noticed he was missing his left sneaker...
"What are you thinking about, Granpaw? All I can see of you across the fire.. is your bent head... I can't even see your face... That silly old hat covers it like that..." "Donnie, This silly old hat... as you call it, is probably one of the reasons this old grandpaw is still alive... So don't you go making light of it... That crazy green thing that covers your head ain't no prize, either... But don't you ever stop wearing it." "Yeah, mom tells me every day... Something about the way the sun shines through that atmosphere stuff that...
Submitted to Contest #79
The wrinkled old newspaper swept drunkenly down the street... A victim to the winds vagaries... Had it eyes.... It may have noticed the two darkened figures in the shadows of the alley across from the steak house... Cucina Raffinata.... That had sitten on the same spot since Capone took his sojourn to Alcatraz... and it still "catered" to the underworld crowd. Had the tired old paper drifted closer to the darkened alley... It may have seen the figures.. One tall and skinny with a dark fedora... The other, Short, rotund... wearing a c...
The sweltering humidity dripped from the broad green leaves of the huge trees that blocked out the sun, yet did nothing to block the heat. Even the cries of the Macaws and the many species of monkeys, seemed tired and worn. A dugout canoe, old, patched and battered.. drifted slowly into shore... None of it's three occupants bothering to paddle... the native guide, Gre'gorycolmantz... a tribal elder from the Wa'syatchoo tribe, still very isolated in the deep Ecuadorian jungle... held his carved wooden paddle in the water, just to st...
Rick looked up to see if his "partner"... Don Bionic, Studying his stats sheet for the daily Hockey contests... his head enfolded in his new Ipod.... The emanating hard rock music was so loud... it could even be heard from the other room. Slowly, giving Lily one last head scratch.... He got up...wondering why anyone would be calling on the home line.... EVERYONE used cells nowadays... Damnit...... I told Don not to move the bloody coffee table again.... Man ...that hurts..... Soon I won't have ANY toes left.... "Hello..? "Uh...h...
Submitted to Contest #78
"I am telling you Mad Jim....I swear it...He's got this "pet" he brings in here every night...They go and sit around that table , there...And he points to a darkened corner of the Buckets O' Blood Saloon, in Omaha, Nebraska..in which a table, and a few old chairs, was leaning partially into the light, otherwise shaded in darkness...I tell ya...one time I was taken my boot off...wore the dam leather right through on the right one....I was trying to figure out if I had to get new boots...or if I could use that old army trick....since we are al...
Hello.....My name is Ricardo I am looking for the convention room in this hotel for fans/discussions about The Walking Dead... And all the theories about how that scenario is playing out in the "Real" world... Can You Help me....I notice you are wearing the Rick Grimes outfit...so I figure you must know where you are going... Am I right? Yeah... yeah... I am Donald....Don to my friends.....Trumpass.. and I hope you will be one of them.... It is so hard to discuss this situation with "normal" people who have no idea what is goin...
PICTURE THIS...IF YOU WILL.. 6:17 A.M., August 8, 2006... Alone, in a secluded wilderness area in the Rocky Mountains... No town for over forty miles.... No power, electricity, or even cell phone service.. No communication of any form... and no one else for miles around... Not even a "road" for four... A small canvas tent set up near the treeline... about sixty yards from the sofly, soothing sounds of the passing river.... Stands alone... like a sentinel guarding the gates to the forest... The faded old orange canvas and ny...
Submitted to Contest #76
There is a long line up in a Big Box Shopping outlet on a hot busy Saturday afternoon, because of the major advertised sales, and the fact that the monthly government cheques had come in the day before. The next "gentleman" in the longest line, dressed slovenly in dirty jeans, a ragged football jacket, dirty half-cut leather boots and a trucker's cap pulled low over dark unruly hair..and carrying only 3 items in his hands, lets out a very heavy sigh...right through his Covid protecting mask. A few moments later...seeing no response from ...
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