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CCC131: Pigeon Holed

“Look at them.” “Look at who?” “Them. The humans. Litter-dropping, nose-picking, smelly-farting…” “Hey, you, lay off them. They feed us, don’t they?” “Can’t stand them. Always putting us into pigeon holes.”

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Hello? Anyone home?

“Guess nobody lives here anymore.” “But this is the right address.” “Yea, and no one’s used those steps in many a year. Tell me again what he looked like.” “Old. Gnarled.” “And green?” “What’re you implying?” “A short little cobbler, … Continue reading

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Misery

Mercy was her nameTo the door she cameA nurse, she wore a maskThe look she gave me, I was scared to askIn truth, I didn’t dareDoes Stephen King still live here?

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CCC106: Follow the Rabbit

I didn’t expect to find such a thing here Not in my hometown Nothing magical here. That’s why first off, I thought it an underpass. Yet… what was that I saw beyond it? Red? Red trees, red bushes? What was … Continue reading

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Waking Asleep

A nightmare, I know it is I’m LUCID dreaming I can wake from it I struggled to wake I woke in my bed NO! Not my bed I’m dreaming again I struggled to wake I woke in my bed NO! … Continue reading

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That’s Tantamount to Heresy

He said my suggestion was asinine. I asked him why. He said it doesn’t conform to the accepted theory. I said what if that theory is wrong? No, he said, that is truly asinine. But what about that body of … Continue reading

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CCC96: Wanted, a Kindly Person

Grandma’s house. But Grandma was dead, that house was now mine. It wasn’t set in the village, wasn’t easily accessible. It sat at the end of an overgrown footpath, all nettles and thistles and brambles. Grandma’s goat had kept it … Continue reading

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According to Scientists…

George opened his eyes with grudged reluctance, disturbed from his Sunday morning slumber by her downstairs. Who was she talking to, all ‘sweetness’ and ‘petals’? Next door’s cat, most likely. He had told her… and here she’d got it in … Continue reading

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Grandma’s Feather Bed

Remember Grandma’s feather bed? I remember her feather pillows. Remember her shed in the yard? I remember that’s where she did the plucking. Remember the mess when the cat snuck in? I remember we were the ones to sweep it. … Continue reading

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CCC86: Mr Ed

“Why have you shut the stable door?” “Why? To shut him up, of course. All day long, talk, talk, talk. All right when he was younger, when he was earning a crust. But now Mr Ed’s old… I couldn’t take … Continue reading

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