Session October 4 2014

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"Let's go now, the child cried. I want to go right now!"
by BG

Phineas T. Barnum arrived in the village with a large entourage of assorted folks. They set up an encampment and settled in. The villagers were ever so curious about what they had come from so far away to do. The group kept to themselves for the first few days, dong chores in the day and gathering together for long conversations amongst themselves in the evening in front of a huge campfire. Curiosity got the better of numerous children from the village and many would sneak over to hide in the bushes close to the encampment to get a better view of what was going on. Some were brave enough to go over in the evening. Though it was very dark out, the campfire was so inviting. A few of them could understand conversations around the fire and informed the others of the group's interactions. They all oooh'd and aaah'd. One little one got extremely excited, bolted from undercover and somehow leapt into the arms of the stately-looking man closest to him. "Let's go now," the child cried. "I want to go right now!"

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"Alma rode her bicycle around the park twice before heading home."
by TNT

It wasn't the first time she had noticed weird creatures launched from walls and gates.  It just depended on how many substances she had consumed. But this was definitely ambiguous - a one-legged dog squeezing itself between the bars of the gate of the old mansion. It looked so strange that Alma rode her bicycle around the park twice before heading home. She hoped to see where it would go. She supposed it hopped on one foot everywhere. By the time she had circled the area it was gone. She wondered if it was a hallucination - a flashback from her druggie days and the LSD she had taken - but it wasn't colorful. It just looked like ordinary reality.

Bugger reality, she thought as she opened the spray can and sniffed. One legged creatures oozing out of gates and doors were only a small price to pay in avoiding reality. Thank goodness I kept a few mushrooms in the fridge, she thought. Maybe a little cactus, too.

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"She said nothing, but he could read the pain in her eyes."

by CC

There were very few black sheep in the fold, and Gretchen was one of them. She looked around every day at all of the white sheep and wondered at the misfortune of her birth. There were brown sheep, too, but they bore no stigma. It was the stigma that bothered Gretchen the most, that and dirt. She didn’t like dirt, especially the dirt that clung to her fetlocks. Especially the dirt that Belinda the White Witch kicked up when she decided to start leaping around, showing off her powerful hind legs. The other white sheep would ooh and aah, she even heard one of them calling Belinda an Angel. It turned her stomach.

The other black sheep was a boy named Jerry. Sometimes they would stand next to one another, sharing the deep misery of their psychological burden. She said nothing, but he could read the pain in her eyes. One day he said, "Belinda’s just a big fat jerk. Let’s run away together."

"Good idea," said Gretchen. "They don’t expect anything more from us anyway."

That night they snuck out of the fold and trotted away across the field towards a stand of oak trees. The moon rose up in the western sky as the two black sheep watched it from the hillside. "I’m happy we did this," said Jerry. “Me, too,” said Gretchen. 

In the morning they went down to the highway and hitched a ride to LA in the back of a pickup truck. They ended up living in the suburban backyard of a family with two kids and a border collie, where everyone loved them and Gretchen’s fetlocks stayed clean.

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"It's all just fun and games," he said. "Don't be so serious."
by GS

The Grand Opening of the Soviet Leaders Wax Museum was heavily advertised, and then heavily attended. The crowd was boisterous, and protest signs were scattered throughout. One young man harangued the crowd about atrocities and murders, but most ignored him; they were there to appreciate artistic creativity - those faces looked almost real!

Suddenly a roar arose from the crowd when they noticed Gorbachev's head obviously moving, or at least the facial features shifting, and his eyes scanning the crowd. The aforementioned young man grew incredibly agitated and appeared to rush at the exhibit with murderous intent when he realized the figures were not made of wax after all.

He was intercepted by the Museum Director and told "It's all just fun and games. Don't be so serious1' the crowd cheered loudly as the young man disappeared.

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"I missed all the clues and felt like a fool."
by PV

Well, at least I wasn't a complete disaster. I missed all the clues and felt like a fool. They suggested it was an early affair, but it was early evening. Everybody from the Fantastic Five would be there, and even us poseurs would get a chance to shine. But I blew that too and left my shiny polished rocket boots sitting on an ornate chamois cushion. The rest of my gear was OK. It is just not the most comfortable get-up to sleep in. The police on patrol at night kept giving side glances at me, accompanied by a lot of mumbling. I think my support of law enforcement organizations in a big decal on my back is what saved me. I guess they figured any enthusiastic support from the public in the light of recent police brutalities, horribly overstated of course, was good.

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"Nothing brought him as much pleasure as cooking and eating."
by RMAF

Nothing brought him as much pleasure as cooking and eating. So Mr. Sharp I. Hunter went out for a car ride around the Reindeer Lakes, looking for some accessible free meat to cook and eat.

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“’I have no special courage,’ he said. ‘Just a deep love for my father.’”

 by RC

“I have no special courage,” he said. “Just a deep love for my Father.” Little Jeffrey said this to explain why he had acted so rashly just moments before.  No one else of all the rats which inhabited the huge mansion would have done what he had done. The mistress of the house was very tolerant of her pets, but this did not include rats. Her cat kingdom, however, was ruled by one Missy, or as the rats called her, Missy L’ Terrible. When she held court with the other cats, she always proudly displayed her recent trophies—that is, rats which she had personally caught. She wore her total regalia at such times: her white robe with the lacy ties, the bow at the neck, her little white booties, and the ridiculous hood with the slits for her ears to stick out. I say ridiculous, to the rats, but the other cats were all envious. The mistress of the house just loved dressing Missy up this way. And Missy was a large, vicious cat, for all the cute look of her face and the large, baby-doll eyes.

After Jeffrey’s father had been snatched by Missy, there was no hope for him. Jeffrey knew that. But, when she stood up before the other admiring cats, he just could not watch her holding his father by the tail without doing something. His short-lived excursion in front of all the cats, flicking his tiny sword around ferociously, was not enough to save his father, but it was enough to give him a sense of pride; and also, the other rats had a lot more respect for him afterwards. This was also nice, since Jefffrey was smaller than all the other rats and often mocked for it. But no one mocked him afterwards.