A Warm Glance – Prompt: beggar
A small hand tugged on his sleeve. He opened his eyes to see a girl holding a cheese and bologna sandwich. He smelled it. She pushed the sandwich his way.
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Prairie Dog Town – Prompt: hill of prairie dogs
Incessant.Yip, Yap, Yip, Yip, Yap, Yip.Such a loud bark for such a little dog. The town crier finished his speech and dove under flipping up dirt with his tail. He popped back again for another retort. Yip, Yip, Yip. I had been warned. The small hill of prairie dogs spread out over two acres in the middle of town walled off from the children climbing on the stonewall. The dogs didn’t like visitors. Especially, ones…
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Leaving Hair on the Cave Roof – Prompt: underground stalagmites
Luminescence in the crystals made them shine when his brother extinguished the light. An eerie light show flooded the cave.
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Outrunning The Beast – Prompt: mouse droppings
She was aware of its presence. It’s eye never wavered. She felt it’s breath. It’s foul stench wafted to her nose. She rushed to the edge and hid under a leaf. Trembling, she waited for it to plunge and dared not exhale.
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The Man of Her Dreams
Waslken pointed the pod toward a bright spot on the blue marble and rode the adrenaline rush as the planet’s atmosphere burned off bumpy mollusks clinging to his spaceship. The ship emerged shiny and clean cruising into a dusky sky opposite the glow of space. He recalibrated his descent and selected a dark spot away from the city lights.
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The Highway to Sioux Falls
He was a big fish in this little pond of 6,000, the smallest television news market in America. When he went out, people swarmed and begged for an autograph.
Besides being known by the women of Glendive for his smile, wink, and perfectly combed hair, he was known by the men as the crazy dude who was always running around poking his nose into the reasons behind cattle stench, house fires, bar fights, and rodeo bareback events.
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The Dead will Pile Up
“Ready,” the squad officer shouted out. I stood at the ready waiting for the order to shoot. Five rifles with laser sights pointed at the target dancing with my heartbeat. I took a short breath. The laser lights danced again. “Citizen, society demands control, which you have none of.” The words bounced in my rattled head. “You will learn to control your impulses. Or the dead will pile up.” Freedom or conformity. Transformation or tradition.…
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Lap of Luxury
I am on a mission to solve a murder that happened the very first time I was here. So far I keep finding ways to die. Eternal life lives up to the hype and I keep returning as a human. It could be worse; I could be coming back as a mutt.
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A Matched Set
She stuck to the slide. The skin burned against the metal and for weeks no one would attempt it again. She hid her legs, except for Easter when her mother made her wear a dress. She stood against the kitchen cabinets hiding the matched squares on her thighs. Other Writings You May Like Scribble, June 21, 2019 What We Have Here is a Failure to Communicate Sheep May Safely Graze – Part Three Just Add…