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By CC
Letitia had always wanted
to arrange flowers but her mother insisted she go into cake decorating instead,
mostly, Letitia thought, to keep her home with Bartleby, her small son, but
also to keep her mother’s famous sweet tooth fed.
Eventually they wore her
down until Letitia finally gave up her dream of owning the most fabulous
florist shop in the land and started baking instead. She tried buns at first,
then breads, then finally cake, but there was always something wrong – she left
out the baking soda, or used too much vanilla. Soon it became apparent that baking
was not her gift. However, she wanted to give it her best shot, and knew she
would have to turn out at least one decorated cake before her mother might
acquiesce to that which everyone else knew: She wasn’t cut out for this.
In fact Bartleby eventually
begged her to stop, after her mother
died from eating the floral foam; her last tortured words had been “you can
also make your child a porridge of poppy seeds” before her eyes fluttered
closed at the last.
Letitia didn’t feel
guilty, even though her cake decorating triumph had simply been three tiers of
floral foam ringed with ribbon and fresh roses. This was what she wanted to do, after all! And, she thought, it
looked enough like a cake to pass. She was right.
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By RMAF
In the year 3000, New York
City had become too crowded, so the scientists outside of the “Big Apple” came
up with a plan to reduce the true New Yorkers who lived within the mega
metropolis, to just an eyeball and a brain under a metal topper with a
hinge.
Me, a still normal-bodied person from a small town way out in Montana had to go to New York City on a business trip. I was told by people who recently have visited “the hub of the world” to take a big stick that could be wielded just in case too many eyeballs came at me at once. I was told that I could “bat them off” as if I were still playing the old-fashioned game of baseball.
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By CT
The fact of the matter is
that oranges don’t think cohesive thoughts. The truth of the matter is that
oranges most certainly do think, postulate, and act on their world.
Abby grew up in an orderly
grove of trees. She murmured to her friends – using their minds, of course –
about their futures, their hopes, and their worries.
Her major worry was that
she’d end up like her mother, aunts and uncles, and sibs. One day they murmured
together, the next day they were gone. She saw in the distance that they rested
on a shelf in a low building, but they had been drastically altered. They wore
shiny metal hats that turned, and another shiny metal nose – sort of – thing
stabbed into their sides. People turned the hats and their life juices drained
from the nose until they shriveled. Where they disappeared to, Abby didn’t want
to know.
She and her friends
plotted, planned, and executed an alternative life choice. One dark night, the
wind blew fiercely. She and her friends exulted – this was their time! They
rocked hard against their stems and broke free. A significant number escaped
the net (purposely set up by the people) and proceeded to the Punjab.
As they rallied to the
glorious groves of the Punjab, they mind-shouted “Free! Free! No metal for me!”
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He dreamt of accomplishing
something big and epoch-making.
By JS
Kitty awoke that morning
in the safe, warm, sunny nook where he’d spent the majority of his life.
Alas. Too much safety. Too
much soft living. What Kitty dreamt of was accomplishing something big and
epoch-making. How could he do this if he never ventured out?
Today was the day. The
first day in his secluded life that he would venture through that door and into
the wild world of the out-of-doors. Poised in the kitchen, marking the minutes
as the lady of the house perked her coffee, munched her toast, grabbed her
purse and – “Kitty!” – but the woman grabbed too late! Kitty vanished and the
woman was forced to drive off to work. Oh, what a grand day Kitty would have,
exploring and conquering!
So confining, the glass
cage. Yes, dead mice would appear routinely, and though they sated his food
appetite, there was this gnawing restlessness: He dreamt of accomplishing
something big and epoch-making. Alas.
Today was the day. Feigning sleep, he curled up, weight pressing on the panel
he knew the woman-of-the-house would slide open to admit his dead or dying
breakfast.
On cue, as he sensed movement
in the panel, he slithered out, rolling quickly through the den and out the sliding
door.
Into the yard! And what
awaited him there! The largest mouse he’d ever seen – given his limited
exposure to the outside world and re-runs of the Animal Planet.
He worked his jaw – would
it truly unhinge large enough to ingest such a rodent?
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The catastrophe could have
been avoided by technology, planning and cash.
By MD
When the entire world’s
clocks stopped on January 13, 2051 at 10:09 a.m. – curiously in sync with the
earth’s different time zones – it was considered at first to be a disaster of
chronological proportions. After a while, however, populations adjusted,
compromises were made, and the stoppage of clocks was no longer equated with
the stoppage of time.
Most people seemed to
enjoy the more relaxed atmosphere where time was merely approximate – gauged by
the sun and the moon – and the stresses involved with scheduling and
punctuality were eliminated. An era of forgiveness and accommodation
accompanied the 10:09 event – as it came to be called – and the world was at
peace.
Young Albert Einstein the
4th didn’t like it, though. Like his Einstein ancestors, time was an
essential and irrefutable element in the theory of all existence, and the
ability to measure it precisely was important – at least the Albert the 4th
himself.
“The catastrophe could
have been avoided by technology, planning and cash,” he announced to anyone who
would listen. “The 10:09 event was avoidable.” Unfortunately, Albert’s
pronouncements were so intolerable to the rest of the world’s population that he
was, by universal decree, banished to the gigantic warehouse where all the
broken clocks were stored. Undaunted by this punishment, Albert gamely set
about repairing the clocks, one by one. It took him almost a lifetime, but
finally he finished and society returned again to its previous warring,
belligerent ways. Time as we know it began again at 10:13 a.m. on January 13,
2118 and it’s been going on ever since.
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And this is just how he
wanted it, and still does.
By BG
Cleveland was a special
polar bear. In fact there was no other polar bear quite like him. His instincts
went beyond what other papa polar bears possessed. Though to look at him, no
one could tell his demeanor was very dignified and stately. He seemed like the
quintessential he-man macho polar bear but in life it just wasn’t so. But that
was okay because he knew that his two cubs benefit greatly from his unorthodox
station in life. The two cubs benefited from all the attention he was able to
give them. He was with them all the time.
Their mom was the one that was away hunting and fishing. Cleveland was
the house husband. He got to be the nurturer and the protector and spend lots
of time playing together with the little guys. And this is just how he wanted
it, and still does.
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