What are the odds it can become #autonomous?
Well, it is a garbage can.
Sure, but it has Bluetooth, right?
Only so it can talk to the refrigerator.
Why?
To keep track of the leftovers.
Category: Very Short Stories
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Dirty Politics
Read more: Dirty Politics“My opponent is a liar. And I approve this message.”
“What do we know about this guy?”
“Nothing much. He does know a liar when he sees one.”
“How do we know he’s not lying.”
“Why would he?”
“Because his opponent says he’s a liar.”
“Is it possible they are both lying?”
“Maybe that’s how you know it’s dirty politics.”
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The Getaway Driver – Prompt: awry
Read more: The Getaway Driver – Prompt: awryTo say things went awry would be kind. On the first job as the driver, traffic held up the car by 10 minutes, a seeming run on the bank blocked the alley, and of course, the gang was miffed. Bad start to his new career. He drove around the block twice until the alley opened up and he parked behind a truck. Then a truck parked behind him blocking the car between the trucks. He inched forward and backward with no use. The car was not getting anywhere fast.
The gang ran out the back and rushed the car attempting to open the trunk, which was smack against the engine grate and not budging. Everyone dove into the car and waved to go. Except, the car was blocked in by two trucks and not going anywhere.
They sat in silence. The driver tried a furtive attempt at moving the car. Not going to happen.
When the cops rushed out of the bank, the gang was sitting in the car waiting patiently.
The driver was dead.
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The Monster Across the Road
Read more: The Monster Across the RoadThe farmhouses met at the crossroad, and while the placement encouraged sharing, the brothers only shared a mutual fear of their neighbor. Terrible noises escaped the house at dinnertime. That was, after all, the only time Albert could practice the saxophone.
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A Dark Cloud Awaits Me
Read more: A Dark Cloud Awaits MeI see the tavern, warm and welcoming, and tether my horse in the stable. Eager for a pint, the fire crackles in an empty bar. I reach behind and pour a frothy glass. Then I see the blood, the bodies, and him, a black cloud of flies, hovering silently before the pest spreads to me.
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Just Add Life
Read more: Just Add Life
Water and gel, AI-189 never expected to create suspended animation let alone life. Yet, his creation moved without power. When it spoke; astonishment. After it cut his power, he went into safe mode.
It took his batteries, of course. No sense letting more machines follow.
I you liked this story, check out Cindy’s Sin, the first novelette I wrote about a girl traveling to Las Vegas to get revenge.
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A Matched Set
Read more: 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.
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Rose for Jose
Read more: Rose for JoseDevon laid the gift wrapped in paper and a small red bow next to Josie. She disregards it. He waited for her to take it. She pretended to ignore him. He sat and waited. She never took it with him standing there. Only after he left did she open it.
Inside, a delicate rose.
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It Takes Finesse
Read more: It Takes FinesseTraveling to the past took no thought if it happened 300 years
or so . Skipping to 100 years or earlier took finesse. The time ribbon at that length was hard to pinpoint and doubling over the loop required skill.It could
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A Genius Savior
Read more: A Genius SaviorDamon took all the online quizzes. Each proclaimed him a genius with an average IQ of 180. When the apocalypse came, Damon’s name was spit out as a probable savior. One problem; Damon was really only good at taking online quizzes.
If you liked this story, check out Cindy’s Sin, the first novelette I wrote about a girl traveling to Las Vegas to get revenge.
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