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by LJD
Speaking in Rabbit, Grandpa Shack sniffed a comment. "It is the story of the life of a rabbit. A) Run for cover, B) Never look back, C) Do not be concerned with your brother, your mother or the like. For it is the call of the Wild Dog, and we must perform acts of moritification every day. I have seen headless rabbits, rabbit foot key chains, rabbit shishkebobs in the garden. Mortification is a constant for us. The next life will be different, I have no doubt. I have seen the signs in the Summer Moon."
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by PV
Pretty bleak out, the bloody fog had really closed in. A depressing fourth of July, no early picnickers with their screaming kids gamboling ahead of them, turning somersaults over dewy grass sparkled by a benevolent sun. Sylvester was stolid, he usually was stolid, grinding away unimaginable thoughts within that bird brain of his. Well, he'd been in pickles before, but no picnickers meant no leftovers, ipso facto no scurrying plump mice too heedless in their own greed to sense their immanent demise from the heavens. Sylvester turned one eye towards me. It wouldn't be a problem, he would see to that. "It is a true dilemma Thaddeus. Remember those hobos with the stolen turkey by the tracks? Well, they ought to be so stuffed now as to be incapable of discretionary thought. So you, Thaddeus, have to puff yourself up beyond the fire, becoming Thaddeus the Immense, the Colossus of Rhodes in the oaks, a bigger than life railroad cop descending on those stealing freeloaders. I will make the appropriate noises. When they have fled, we will have silence; almost all the consequent scurrying will be by our tiny, furry friends. We will have a feast.
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by CC
Eldon knew it was down here, deep in the muck at the bottom of the pond. He kept rubbing his finger where the wedding ring had been not an hour ago. He has slipped and fallen into the pond to a chorus of hoots from diners on the patio at the restaurant where he and Milly had been eating before he decided to take a stroll. He did have awful indigestion, but that wasn't why he had left the table. No, he had been a little upset by her black lipstick. He didn't like black. She had stiffened and said "It's grape, stupid." So maybe falling into the pond wasn't really an accident. He stripped to his underwear and borrowed a snorkeling mask from a kid who had been watching. He might find the ring, or he might not. She might turn into a different woman, or not. They would have to press forward without assurance.
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"Such is life, he thought."
by BG
Frank was really put out by that company and all the policy changes they were recently moving forward with. He wished he'd never agreed to a contract for so many years. He just didn't want to make so many personal changes to accomodate the new concepts that they wanted him to work with. In the past, his work representing them had always been so pleasant. He brought a smile to people's faces when they saw him in advertisement. Now, what were they thinking when they decided to branch off in a new direction? Such is life, he thought. He guessed they just had to go with the flow and change with the times, but, really now, the new name was just so unimaginative. Zombiosity! Argh!
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By PR
After 10 years of searching he had finally found her...the one he had nearly given up on. With his heart beaming with emotion, he took her into his arms. Looking into her eyes, he knew that she could never leave her home. As his head began to spin with ideas a new feeling began to grow inside of him, profound and full of resolve. Neither joy nor despair gripped him now. There was only one absolute: Being with her. He could hear the voices of all of those close to him, all their advice and well wishes. But as he followed her into the great sea, he knew. He wouldn't return, no matter what they said.
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by RMAF
Sixtuplets fighting amongst themselves. When we're sure we can trust your intentions, we'll get out of your way. But until then, you three eggheads can remain sitting in the back row, where you belong!
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by AD
Lucy P. Chevalier was a woman of many talents. She was a skilled fashion designer who also did cover girl work for longer than any woman before her. A skilled artist, professional dancer and photographer, she modeled most of her original work and her original designs sold very quickly for large amounts. She planned to do this work until the end of her life. The end came quicker than expected. This was the last photo taken of her. The moment of her death came when a group of hungry sea gulls pushed her over the railing trying to grab the lunch she packed, sending her crashing in shallow waters four stories below. She doesn't look so lovely now.
