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by PV
Ever since she put the Ancestors' basket on her head, she felt judged and she didn't like it one bit. There was so much jabbering, you'd think after all those years of being dead they'd have sorted it out. Maybe death as a hermit would be better, and she would only be listening to wind in the reeds, the creaking of pine branches and the slurping sounds of the waters on clay rich shores. If this was the stir she created standing by the town's central tower, what might they say if she were to stroll down the causeway in Kabul's airport? Talk about culture shock to the spirits! Mohammed had it easy.
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by LJD
Josh announced with a lisp, "The glee festival is next week in L.A. and I will NOT go looking like a fool!" Warren, always feeling like the last to know anything, threw his cap against the wall in frustration, saying "I was on my knees this morning praying 'Jesus use me.' Well, am I invited or not? We can take a trip to the beauty supply to buy wigs and go as something like - how about "The Faith Tones?" After Josh, Warren and Zack took a trip to the beauty supply they experienced a beautiful conversion, and began to laugh as they looked in the mirror. Those 3 big smiles completed their transformation into a very beliveable religious singing group.
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by BG
It will never be the right time, so why wait? Higby had dreamt of being able to just go right up to a total stranger who just happened to be in the area minding their own business. Would it be OK to ask permission to get together to make a spur of the moment memento of this fine day at the park? Being in the same place at the same time just had to mean it was destined to happen. Would it be OK to ask "Why are you at the park today?" Hopefully, yes. So Higby took a deep breath, mustered up as much courge as possible, motioned to his photographer, shuffled over to the blonde, and asked, "Can I have my photo taken with you?"
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by TNT
Mrs. Higgins Hat and the Fish
It was a fine day for sitting in the park and feeding the fish in the little pond. She wore her flowered dress and a plaid coat. On her head was her father's bowler had and her husband's broad-shaded working hat. That's the way she kept them - one over - one under - to fit over her hairdo, which was monumental under the hats. She didn't like her hair to blow around or hairs to fall over her ears. She watched the fish and fed them tiny crumbs. They swarmed up and over the banks to nibble her offerings. As she looked up, the fish made a pattern in the sky. They swam neatly. She liked seeing the fish up there. She didn't even care if they were wet. They roared above her. My goodness! Fishing in the sky was the next thing to do. She would get a fishing pole from her closet. Her father and husband had left one there. She would get those roaring little fish down and eat them for dinner.
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by CC
Millie was a good shot, and she had been thinking about whom to shoot since noon. Would it be Arturo, who stole her paycheck, or Geraldo, who stood her up? She decided to shoot both of them. Just then a squawk from her weather alert radio advised her that a tornado was bearing down on town. Time to get busy. She went out to the curb where the old Pinto was nestled next to a fire hydrant. She scraped the parking tickets off the windshield and into the gutter, then climbed into the car and took off. On the freeway she could see the tornado approaching so she sped up, weaving between cars, until she reached the offramp and pulled into the parking lot of the Whiskey Jug tavern. She went in, looking for either Arturo or Geraldo, but they were both at the bar, drinking. They turned to look at her with expressions of shock and dismay. She aimed her pistol carefully, then the storm blew out all the lights. That's all it took to ruin her aim, and give both men a chance to race out of the bar. Millie watched the men get picked up by the tornado. They were swirling around in the air with the Pinto. She smiled and poured herself a drink.
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by RMAF
Nobody would believe me, but in the early evening moonlight fell on the trees in a misty blue glow and strange things happened. As soon as all the hikers left that part of the forest, all the trees down in the hollow began to sing their repertoir of tree songs - It's Apple Blossom Time, Tom Dooley, September Song, Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree With Anyone Else But Me, Autumn Leaves, I Love Paris in Springtime.
