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BunRabs
“It’s a myth,” clucked Doris as she picked at her salad. “I don’t believe it, not for one instant.” “You’re just a spring chicken, dear,” responded Doris’ Aunt Clementine as she absent-mindedly primped and groomed herself while they sat gossiping. “You don’t understand how dangerous the world can be, how vicious.” Clementine readjusted her sitting position, shifting forward and cocking her head to one side, bringing it closer to Doris. “Why do you think your mother treasured you oh so desperately before she was taken from us? You were the only child she raised, but not the only child she might have raised. It’s so sad, really.”
By Donald J. Bingle4 years ago in Fiction
Witchy Woman
“You’re going to have to adjust your requirements if we’re ever going to find someone,” Carmichael said. He and Tanya had gone through almost 5 candidates this week alone, and frankly, he was about at his wits end. It seemed like no one was going to meet her impossible standards, and the end of the month was coming too soon.
By Sukie Harper4 years ago in Fiction
Shapes in the Dark
It was a little after 11 PM in the early spring. It was a cold night as winter hadn't quite given up yet. As such it was very dark with the moon rarely peaking through the clouds. My partner had already gone to bed and I was doing my usual evening routine of cleaning up the kitchen and living room. I had started to wash some dishes as I waiting for the tea to whistle and just aimlessly looked out our kitchen window. That's when I first saw it. I didn't know then what I know now, not that it would have changed anything. Not all knowledge is helpful.
By Krysta Minor4 years ago in Fiction
The Anaconda Insurgency
There was no resting under the sun. It was a saying from his days working the coffee plantation. While the sun was up, everyone worked, and not just the hired hands but the Madam too. Even after sunset, she was in the office of the estate house working. It wasn’t until he became an officer that he learned the true meaning of administration.
By Jessica Rumbold4 years ago in Fiction
The Trees Swallow People: Part 7
We can never go out the back ever again; there’s a tree trying to get in. I don’t know if it’s the same for everyone else, but their trees started like mine; unobtrusively invasive. I let Diva out the back for her morning wee. The previous occupants did the back garden up, covering much of the once grassy plot in concrete, opting instead to construct flower beds, a glass house, a shed, and a little scummy pond. Despite this, there it was, a willow oak sapling sprouting out from a ruptured crack in the ground at the bottom of the back.
By Conor Matthews4 years ago in Fiction
Slipping Time
I slipped on the wet pavement. I got to my feet and soon discovered it was five hours earlier. This was not the first time this had happened -- I knew all the signs. My phone was not broken, it was really five hours earlier. The newspaper on the ground confirmed it. The paper was bone dry, even though it had been raining cats and dogs, or big sloppy drops, anyway, where I had just been, right here, a split second ago.
By Paul Levinson4 years ago in Fiction
