by CC
Bert was jealous of everyone that Arlene loved, but none more than Ardath the silkie. Arlene would run from their house to the shore on moonlit nights to visit with Ardath, who came out of the sea just to sit with Arlene and drink tea from an old thermos. Oh, how they joked about Bert! Bert sat in the house at his telescope and watched. He knew all the stories - the silkie wasn't interested in Arlene at all. She was for him, Bert! But as the moons passed, Arlene stood as gatekeeper with her old thermos. She was growing tired of the seal woman, who stank of kelp and had little pointed teeth. One night as she set out for the shore, a huge bolt of lightning went straight for the silkie. Arlene could hear her little bark as the bolt hit home. Poor Bert. Even though she didn't care anymore, she still had to tell him.
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by TT
No one could possibly suspect them, he thought as he dropped the piano from the floor above on top of Barbie and Ken's convertible. But it was not his problem anyway. They deserved it. Lydia used them as models for her new toys.
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by GS
The war had become the longest ever recorded at 130 years! Though active fighting only occurred sporadically, the news was dominated by reports of negotiations, retreats, new weapons, and double-crosses. Cedric had grown old in the Army but never rose above the rank of corporal for reasons he could not fathom. His boots were always polished and his dress uniform pressed. Someone had it in for him, he was sure. Finally he had had enough when the news reports bottomed out with imminent destruction from the new nuclear weapons now ready to use. To navigate he end of history, he became a galactic shaman driving around in his home-made cardboard tank which he propelled by walking behind the front wheel. His sanity had finally retired!
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by PV
His name was Mongli - but wait! Wasn't Mongli a nice brown Tamil boy cavorting with Baloo - a renovated Disneyesque Kipling bear - and Ka - what sort of a name was that? Lulls one into dangerous assumptions, defnitely curls one's tail opposite tucked in abject fear between one's legs. Now these paroxysms of fancy, they become more severe during times of emotional stress - so we all know what to do - calm out, immerse yourself in a wonderful misasmic cloud of enlightening burning smoke from prized vegetation.
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by RMF
The pair of deer found some auditable entertainment ou in the dreary, snow-covered forest - an electronic talking snow statue with blinking eyes.
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by LD
He was starving but still could not bring himself to eat more of the 'homemade brownies' his sister made for the most dreaded "Darce Family Reunion." Not an ounce of love had ever been expressed amongst his less than favorite so called 'family members.' But thanks to Sistah this reunion was all about laugher and knee-slapping reflections. Kudos to my future brother in law, he thought. You can deal up "good times" with me any time!