…you want for that bucket of bolts out back?” Chester looked up from under the hood he was working on, scratched his beard, and asked “Why?” “I was looking for something to use as target practice” said Jimmy. Chester thought, then said “I’ll take a hunnert”. “Done”.
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The engine needed…
…some work, the tranny was fine, the body needed to be buffed and the dents pulled out. Add to that a brand new set of tires and a paint job, and Jimmy had himself a car that turned heads, ran like butter, and filled him with pride.
It was tucked…
…away in the back, like a forgotten toy. Its deflated tires gave the car a tired, forlorn look. The patchwork of rust and dents on the body projected the feeling that its best days were over. Jimmy knew better, but pretended not to to get it cheap.
“We’re lost” said…
…Allison. The others agreed. “So how do we get out of this jungle” said Morrison. “Quickly and quietly” said Art. “We don’t want whatever that was to find us”. The others agreed. They picked a direction and started walking, little knowing that the monster was behind them.
The brochure from…
…the lodge boasted a stunning view of the lake, a five-star cabin, indoor plumbing, and access to canoes around the clock. It didn’t mention the spider-infested outhouses, or the fees for the canoes. It was still the best place for me to propose to her.
In a semi-deep grotto…
…a shape moved. It only moved because the rising sun sent light into the grotto, creating reflections of light over the wavelets of slightly green, clear water. Light danced about in ever-shifting lines about the grotto, hitting rocks walls and the shape itself. The shape didn’t understand what was happening, and looked about it withContinue reading “In a semi-deep grotto…”
I didn’t plan…
…on being in this dumpster. Between the smell and the bugs and the slime I…eww, is that a used diaper? Ugh, please, someone, help me…oh, there are my keys. Now I can get into my apartment. And take a long shower. Maybe burn these clothes.
It looked as…
…if it was shoved in between the high-rise office buildings on purpose. A single house, surrounded by the noxious fumes of rush hour traffic and the noisy pedestrians eager to get to where ever they needed to. Shaded by the taller buildings, and yet it thrived.
You’re scaring me!
“Am I?” he said with an air of nonchalance. “Yes, stop it.” He considered that. He really did, really didn’t want to scare her. He wanted her cool, calm, and collected when he slid the knife between her ribs. “I’m sorry, I’ll behave. Hey, look over there!”
Mimi was 5…
…shades of cute in a small package. She leaned in close as I stood there, drink in hand, trying not to tremble. “Whatcha thinkin’?” she asked, her scent tickling my nose. I stuttered, “Um, Uh…” That’s when her boyfriend showed up, loudly, and my heartbreak settled in.
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