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Submitted to Contest #214
The Tutelage of Speedball Horton T A Ciccarone The sleigh bells, which were attached to the door, jingled as I entered Mollie's Attic. "You have to go with Wiley today." It was early. Mollie looked up from where she stood at the glass case, making notes in her sales ledger. I usually worked the shop with her on Saturday mornings if I had nothing better to do. This announcement wasn't good news. I had better things to do. What 13-year-old boy wouldn't? It was already shaping up to be one of those blisteringly hot d...
Submitted to Contest #166
Questions T A Ciccarone Gus the Theater Cat T.S. Elliott Gus is the cat at the theater door His name, as I ought to have told you before Is really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss to pronounce That we usually call him just Gus The old man lay in bed for almost thirty minutes before attempting to get up. He stretched the various troublesome areas of his body before turning back the covers. The onset of age was disturbing to him, and at fifty-eight, he was constantly dealing with the ravages of a lifetime of grueling work ...
Submitted to Contest #84
Little Mikey thumbtacked the cereal box that he had turned inside out to the wall over the silent shortwave radio. Paper in the house was scarce, and there was nothing to write on, so he cut open the empty cereal box. He used it to mark off the weeks, months, and years as a crude calendar. The journal that he kept, Tom's journal, had been filled years ago, and Mike couldn't even remember the last time he had read it, let alone made an entry. The cardboard showed that the date was December 25, 2061. One of the cameras was still working, but i...
Submitted to Contest #77
When my older brother, the Genius, came up with the idea, my next-door neighbor and I instinctively went along with him. It wasn't that I always agreed with his hair-brained schemes; that was rarely the case. I immediately recalled the times he set the woods, the lot next door, and the piano on fire as he "experimented with the pyrotechnic properties of flammable liquids." Those instances paled in comparison to the pumpkin catapult that he fired at the passing Tractor-trailer. That unfortunate incident drew the local Bethel Police out of the...
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