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slayqueen

Asylum- Ch.1

He spat in the guard's face and managed to shove him to the ground before two more restrained him. While he struggled and thrashed violently, he slammed one man against the wall and the other against a filing cabinet. You'd think they would learn not to try and take advantage of him. He may be crazy, but he sure as hell didn't bat for the other team. The warden's voice boomed through the...Read On

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Obituarius

Dear Santa

Dear Santa. All I want for Christmas is something for ED, constipation and some Polident. And if you think about it, bring me a broad who doesn't have varicose veins or a goiter. Also, a new blow-up doll of Tammy Wynette. It seems the old one sprung a leak and is now in space, somewhere over Miami. I understand that I got failing grades on being nice but hemorrhoids give me a...Read On

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Obituarius

Obituarius, Vampire King

The elder mummy foretold me, as I was entwined in gauze and stood in sand to my knees; “Don't be exorcised by a two-faced omen.” The pain engulfed me as I withered, then was reborn as dead. Like gypsy moths in caravans, a brethren of the damned. Moving across Europe when present-day England was nothing but a rock. Giving mortals a new kingdom of the un-dead. A glorious aspiration long...Read On

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Survivor

Sometimes Missed Cues Are Okay

With thanks to Gypsy

Last night the grasshoppers missed their cue to enter. Chomp. Chomp. Daddy's tiny dancer was playing Nutcracker. She plays that game with all of the cookies that she makes with Daddy's help. They bake cookies together. So much fun. Especially at Christmas time. The Nutcracker ballet comes. Tiny dancer is a ballerina. Dancing on pointe. Not really. Sigh. Some day. "Little one, where...Read On

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LauraDanielle

Kings and Queens

Yet another body parts story.

Coming from within the kids' bathroom I heard the unmistakable sounds of children laughing, a pause, some low sounds that I could not quite make out from where I was, then the loud sound of laughter once more. Walking across the classroom, the low sounds became clearer, as a picture was painted as to what the children were doing in the bathroom when they were supposed to be getting changed...Read On

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TurbulentSea

Bank Job, Chapter One

Elizabeth Priffore smiled as she fixed herself a cup of tea in the break room. It was almost time to meet her sister for a late lunch/early dinner. She and Leslie would have fun eating and catching up with their current crises, large or small. It was exactly 3:45 pm Pacific time when the five person crew entered the bank. They were dressed in male and female bank suits, the same ones...Read On

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Obituarius

Boo

If I had the skills of Shakespeare, I would be Poe's ghost. Given my proclivities for the dark and pale strangers who lurk. But seeing as I have no time for talk, I let my pen squawk. Pounding sand for my fans. I play not a fool for those who seek a bed of eggs for their basket. Because my yoke is for those who play by the Ouija, in my mind's abyss. The ossuary of my Bic's and Paper Mates. ...Read On

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Wordpusher715

When an evil man dies...

...the fear lives on.

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rantingsenior

Two Blankets and a Stick

My annual contribution; a song I wrote for my cousin as a Christmas gift.

Well, I wrote the followin’ song for my cousin as a Christmas gift. She got kinda mad at me when I told her instead a payin’ the cemetery folk to put blankets on her mom and daddy’s grave to make ‘em easier to find in the snow, we could just drive big sticks into the ground. She’s gonna be buried with them, and she worried ‘bout how I might tend her grave if she went first. So I wrote...Read On

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DenimAngel

Scamp's Adventures #3 : A Picnic Adventure

what new adventure

Scamp, the monkey, and her friends are going on a picnic by the stream that runs near the farm. They are all excited about it. All of the animals are going on the picnic. They are all having their favorite foods. Of course every critter has a different favorite food so they need a really big picnic basket. Lady packs up the wagon with the basket and blankets for the animals to sit on. ...Read On

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Dreamcatcher

Aminals

“I am Mother Nature, and I hereby call to order the first annual meeting of the Bureau for Oversight and Observation of Beasts In Existence. Our mission here at B.O.O.B.I.E. is to design and implement the types of animals that shall roam my earth.” “Well, I for one think it’s about time. The plants have taken over this place. There’s not any place to walk anymore.” “Shut up Clyde. You’re...Read On

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Survivor

He Called You Darlin'

One more time

It's been so lonely, you are thinking, and this happens. These simple words make you hope, it might be. You always recognize your own hope appearing. "Hello darlin'." That's what he said. He's flirting, you consider. It startles you a little. It's been awhile. At least, since it wasn't someone that was overbearing, rude. Yes, you wonder, is this one going to be rude and mean. You don't...Read On

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Wordpusher715

The Ghosts of Time

Richard finds his life's work...

“Let’s call this class to order, shall we?” The Professor looked as aged as the two-century-old building he was teaching in. Dressed smartly for his age though, he had the physical presence that outstanding educators naturally possess. Selecting a book on the wooden table in front of him, he opened to the marked page. “The great Albert Einstein said: The only reason for Time is so...Read On

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TurbulentSea

Pieces

I am still whole. I recently saw a younger picture of myself at six. There aren't many pictures of me smiling as a kid, but I am beaming ear to ear. My smile is infectious and as bright as the sun. I assumed incorrectly for eons that my destiny was taken from me, that fate had ruined my chance to be anything that I want to be. I am grateful to know that I have much potential, the same or...Read On

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Dreamcatcher

Christmas, My Ass

Christmas. Twinkly lights. Bright colored wrapping paper. Curly-Que ribbons. A tree taking up valuable space in your living room. Now, because of greed and sucker marketing, it lasts for two months instead of one. I hate this time of year. I also hate Thanksgiving, birthdays, weddings and funerals. Usually, anything involving people. I know. Hard to believe I’ve been married to the same...Read On

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FrustratedSpeaker

Desire of the Samurai Chapter 2

Marriage was the last thing on her mind. Marriage was what he thought of all the time.

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Wordpusher715

It's a Wonderful Wife

She knows what I need...

My wife is still in bed as I close the door behind me and leave her to peaceful slumber for a while longer. It's 7:45 AM and I'm late. I jump in the truck with my roll-around briefcase and pull out the driveway headed for work. My mind flashes on the fact that I don't have my glasses on. I know that I don't need them to drive and I can wear my reading glasses at work but still... Less than...Read On

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The_Count

Calls to the radio station

True stories of callers.

Some of the best stories I tell are courtesy of my buddies that function as on-the-air radio personalities. The ones contained here are one hundred percent true. I was visiting one buddy that was stuck on the overnight shift. I would always call the stations hotline and ask if he needed me to pick up anything. Now all radio stations have a hotline. It is reserved for employees and...Read On

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TurbulentSea

Ungodly

My name's not Jesus but I'm impaled by fear. I'm no god nor am I mortal, my life just appeared dreamily: I was born and opened my eyes and the next thing I'm grown. Childhood stolen, innocence suffocated, I'm nailed to my cross, I'm godly. I ain't got nothin' to do with Jesus or God but I try and enter the next realm. My past has me chained to a cross, my hands and feet bleed constantly....Read On

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Colors_of_the_Wind

Save Their Innocence: A Musing

A musing about the violent events of 2018 in America...

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TurbulentSea

Tongues

You took my voice away when you adopted me. You tied my hands together, metaphorically. I was your prisoner and slave, but you were my mother. You tried to lie and say it was a dream, but my entire existence was a nightmare. So young and I couldn't speak or know that that was wrong, Somewhere along the way I lost my voice and tongue. Emotions had to be kept to a minimum or my...Read On

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KazeronnieMak777

My stepfather

Such two speeches cannot wait: I LOVE YOU and I AM SORRY. Elsewise...

When I was only six and my younger brother was two, our father passed away. Since then, my mother and we were dependent upon each other. Our days were difficult. My mother had to work very hard to keep our family together. The income was just enough to cover basic expenses. Until one day, my mother ushered a man into our home. She asked us to call him - FATHER . No, he was just our...Read On

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Dreamcatcher

Ghost Hunter

I never jerk awake. I open my eyes and listen before I move. Without going into the reasons why I forced myself as a young boy, to not be afraid of noises in the dark. My door was always closed and I never slept with a nightlight. I relish the dark. As I lay there, my head still on the pillow, my mind was trying to replay why I woke up. The room was dark. The only light in the room came from...Read On

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Survivor

Night of Hot Knives

Keep the grill burning for later

It started out as usual. Murphy announced the specials for the night. "We got your appetizers. Two of 'em, as usual. Frijoles Charros which is just heirloom beans with some applewood smoked bacon. Push that. Chef got too much bacon this week. It's gotta be used. He stared at Jesse, expecting her to mouth off. Not this time. "So, going on, we got the other one. Ostiones Empanizados....Read On

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AnnaMayZing

Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 33.

For the first time, Oberstabsarzt Ritter raised his voice to them and they were stunned into silence

Tripoli. January 14 th 1943 Maria took over from Katarina as usual and whilst she did her ward rounds, left Rania to help Ilsa on her ward. After she had checked her last patient for the morning she headed back to her office where, on her desk she found a grey message form from the adjutants office. It was marked, 'Attention Matrons Kaufmann/Langsdorf'. It was a request from...Read On

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verbal

Growing Old

They’d grow into old age together, all of them, the dead and the living.

The girls had been getting along pretty well together in El’s room, El playing teacher, Em playing student (they always played the same roles without variance), but then Em had turned rebellious on her teacher and was threatening to not do her assignment until El shared some of her apple. Now they were fighting. John and Alice knew this because they were on the first floor of the house, in...Read On

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Ping

Something Is Watching

A groggy mind can play terrible tricks...

Ever get the feeling you’re being watched? That fear and reality exists even more so today than ever before, and I’m reminded of it every day. Our computers. Our phones. Or just walking down the street. But I feel most exposed when I nap on the couch. The other evening I felt eyes on me. From the corner of my half-opened glance, an alien appeared to be watching me. A small one, but with...Read On

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maryruth

Hearts in time

Hold me in your arms So tight My head upon your chest Our heartbeat is one With body heat for warmth We have just begun Time becomes endless Hours seem like minutes That pass one by one Content Our heart grows with pride Knowing we are one I am at home in your arms In your mind and heart Forever my love My soulmate Never standing alone Our time My love ...Read On

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Dreamcatcher

Just In Time

Time. A valuable commodity to some. Not so much to others. You, for example. Clock-watching your work day. Each hour creeping by as if in a time warp. Rushing home for dinner. Spend time with the kids. Must get to bed because tomorrow is another day. Hump day. Payday. Weekends. Vacations. Doctor appointments. Taxes. All controlling your life through time. Me? I’m a retired empty-nester....Read On

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TurbulentSea

Dreams

My dreams are such visual treats, it's almost as if time suspends itself when I am asleep. My heartbeat slows as every night I slumber and wish that I was in a sleep time warp—one that might never end. I've been to the stretches of my imagination, most of which are pleasant. My favorite are of the futurisitic kind and the travel dreams. I've been to glitzy places and the town where I grew...Read On

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Asylum- Ch.1

Dear Santa

Obituarius, Vampire King

Sometimes Missed Cues Are Okay

Kings and Queens

Bank Job, Chapter One

Boo

When an evil man dies...

Two Blankets and a Stick

Scamp's Adventures #3 : A Picnic Adventure

Aminals

He Called You Darlin'

The Ghosts of Time

Pieces

Christmas, My Ass

Desire of the Samurai Chapter 2

It's a Wonderful Wife

Calls to the radio station

Ungodly

Save Their Innocence: A Musing

Tongues

My stepfather

Ghost Hunter

Night of Hot Knives

Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 33.

Growing Old

Something Is Watching

Hearts in time

Just In Time

Dreams