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Come with me…

“Can I talk to you for a few seconds?” “Uh, I don’t think so.  I mean what did you just do to the sky?” she asked, looking up. “Oh, that,” he said, smiling.  “I just wanted to show you that … Continue reading

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Dennis…

Dennis had been planning his escape for over a year.  It was a difficult thing to do, since he didn’t know what existed outside of the pasture in which he was kept.  He was born on the ranch and had … Continue reading

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The Librarian…

“Are you the librarian?” he asked, standing in front of the huge, circular desk with a sign saying, LIBRARIAN.” “Why gave it away?” she said, stacking books.” “You’re behind the big desk and you’re wearing glasses. I admit, I didn’t … Continue reading

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Alice and the rabbit…

“But you’re silver,” she said. “Yes, I am,” said the rabbit. “But, you’re supposed to be white.” “I’m afraid that’s not possible, Alice.  And, supposed to be’s, don’t exist. Haven’t you studied genetics?  Everyone in my family is silver.  No … Continue reading

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Very short story dedicated to George Orwell…

“Birth control is illegal.  Underground sellers, or buyers, go to jail for life, or are hung.  Houses are being torn down to make room for more prisons.” “They’re closing the borders.  Women will not be allowed to leave the country.” … Continue reading

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The next step…

“I love their tea and cookies,” grunted Mona, setting down her cup. “Me too,” sighed Lara, taking another bite of a hot chocolate chip cookie. “Where’s your ring?” “Oh, we broke up.” “WHAT?” said Mona, loudly.  “When?” “A couple days … Continue reading

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Alice…2..for Melanie

“Flamingos,” said Alice, stomping her foot on the floor.  “She’s doing it again!  The QUEEN is playing garden games with FLAMINGOS!  That’s cruelty to birds.” “You know she does that,” said her mother.  “It’s nothing new.   It’s just croquet.” “Yes, … Continue reading

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