QUACKS - short stories (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1389584-QUACKS---short-stories Ruby Beardmalt and Valmay McBiddlewhiskers were in the middle of their monthly discount shopping spree when they went for a little “wee” break in the shopping mall’s restroom. Entering the lavender-scented rooms, Ruby turned to her friend with a smile on her heavily powdered face, “Weren’t we lucky to get those owl-shaped te...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:02:13 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568244 Chapter 317 Subsection 31 Confident in his sexual magnetism, Captain Quirk (dressed in his skin-tight, cornflower blue spacesuit which showed his manly physique to full advantage) approached Eye-Yamwooman-Hearmeerore, the stunningly attractive, four-breasted leader of the matriarchal planet of Mellens, by blatantly oglin...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 19:23:15 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568285 Chapter 317 Subsection 32:earth-date 29 December 2136 “Captain, there's no need to sulk,” said second best officer Vlivlijlnetikik. The light-framed humanoid made some small movements with its long fingers, which translated would have expressed the creature's feelings. At that moment, it was expressin...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 19:24:08 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568286 Neil Duncan was three years old when he began to notice that he was a little different to other children his own age. He had quickly tired of the usual childish tag games and building blocks, and become bored with the neighbourhood children and their babyish prattle. He grew to loathe swings and steadfastly refused to play catch in the local park with th...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:04:35 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568245 David Croyden finished tying his gold-trimmed white toga at the shoulder and placed his arms through the bands of the spangled fairy wings. He adjusted them until they were comfortable and picked up his gold quiver and bow, and flung them over one shoulder. He turned to look at his reflection and smirked at the sight of himself, a fully grown man in a si...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:05:25 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568246 There was a hint of summer in the air that morning. The spring scents from the garden wafted upwards where two butterflies were frantically whirling around each other in a prelude to courtship. They lighted on a letterbox at the front of a double level suburban home. On the front of the box, the name “Meyer” was lavishly decorated. Standi...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:06:20 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568248 “High Court Challenge Over Gum Tragedy” May 4, 2004 in the Sydney Morning Herald (Australia). ================================================================ I read the newspaper article with dismay. Another poor child was going through what I had been through fifteen years earlier. My heart fel...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:07:07 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568249 Bloody Mary “Avast ye stinkin’ dogs! Get that midsail in afore we snap a mast,” yelled Bloody Mary, the captain of the Salty Dog. The wind had been steadily picking up and the waves were beginning to fling foam across the deck. The ship itself was as gnarled and cracked as the captain’s face. A...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:07:48 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568250 A dumpy man in a wrinkled, blue suit stood writing in a notepad. In his fifties, his face was etched with the stresses of this work, and the passing of the years. As he walked, his footsteps crunched on the gravel driveway, leading up to the run-down mansion before him. Glancing up every now and then, he scribbled some notes and then called to the man ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:08:22 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568251 Martha was standing in the corner of the room, when the buzz of conversation reached her. She realised that her boss, Hank Ercheef, was the main topic of discussion and she tried quickly to avert her ears in case she overhead anything that was unsavoury. “Hank is a good man, and knows how to treat me right”, she said to herself. But if...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:13:24 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568253 The planets are aligned. Some say this foretells the coming of dark times, but Wenda knew that was just more old folk stories. She laughed in derision when her mother told her the ancient tales and the predictions that the grenyen would return. “Don’t dismiss our stories just because they’re old,” Wenda’s mother said. ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:14:06 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568254 "Just wait until your father gets home!" I hated that sentence. Every time I did or said something she didn’t like, she pursed her lips, and spat it out, punctuating each syllable with a stab of her finger. Desperately I searched the room again, looking for a way out. It was useless - I was locked in. The bars on the window were ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:14:53 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568255 They told me it would be a shock. But nothing can quite prepare you for it. For weeks after the operation they’d refused to allow me to see a mirror. The medical staff had even ensured there were no shiny surfaces from which I could get a glimpse of my features. It had been terribly frustrating. I’d had little time to reflect on my ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:15:52 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568257 It was a humid, summer afternoon, and Harris turned up the air-conditioning in his car. He hardly knew where he was driving as he cast his mind back to the confrontation that had occurred fifteen minutes earlier. He and his wife Edie had just had another fight about maintenance around the house. Although early in their marriage, their arguments had ofte...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:17:40 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568259 It was quiet, and the dim light was soothing to his eyes. Jeremy lay still in the tranquillity. He loved listening to the soft wind in the trees outside the windows, and gazing at the variety of birdlife the gardens attracted. He enjoyed living in this large house, which was a new acquisition. The house was built at the turn of the century, and h...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:19:15 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568261 Carrie looked out the window of the bus watching the autumn trees glide by. "Will he remember me?" she wondered, "It’s been twenty years. I have to find out. I have to find out if he still loves me. I have to find out if there’s still a chance." She pressed her cheek to the plasti-glass, seeking glimpses of buildings or pla...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:18:11 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568260 INTRODUCTION It was shaped like a pickle, a shockingly gargantuan greyish green pickle, bristling with lumps and bumps and hair-like protrusions. One cool spring afternoon it had slid out of the sky like a banana slipping from its skin and struck the earth with a resoundingly solid thump, which had shaken the small town of Daisy and brought ou...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:23:32 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568263 Mati Dyari was what they called their home, otherwise known as the Garden of Friends. For countless seasons the inhabitants shared their home with each other and lived in the Way of Hozho's – maintaining the balance and harmony. Several different creatures shared the bounty supplied by the forest. There was Grantangi and Libi and their off...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:16:58 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568258 He dreamt of daisies again. He didn’t know why his mind chose daisies to focus on, out of all of the symbols of his distant home and friends. He was aware of the fact that he was dreaming, but chose to let it develop. It was a pleasant illusion. A soft wind wafted across the hills, and as he glanced around, he could see fields of daisies stretc...[Read Full Post] Tue, 19 Feb 2008 19:39:02 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568262 It was a flaze kind of day – storpin and slandin until ones toes genozzled. The kind that reminds you of the genwit days of youth. I had arranged for a free day from groc-groc. Although my boss had starkled and benudzined, he had eventually given in. He was a flurkin that way. So there I was lazing full-out in my slingot, a cold beltakin...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:24:34 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568265 There had been several meetings in the Conference room to the rear of the central control office in NASA. Cecil looked across at Wanda and raised an eyebrow as they heard raised voices from behind the closed doors. Their consoles were closest to the rear of the room and gave them ample opportunity to pick-up on confidential information that sometimes l...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Feb 2008 17:25:14 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/568266 Generally, dragons do not purposely fly around setting fire to things, but the annual 'virgin sacrifice' probably began the day Rahjnev had been suffering gastric reflux from consuming a clump of overly ripe watermelons. The humans, were scared out of their tiny little minds when they saw a huge reptile flying through the night sky shooting fla...[Read Full Post] Mon, 23 Jan 2012 20:38:54 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/745392 It was another grisly murder scene. The victim's remains were plastered everywhere in the hotel room including the ceiling. Being a cop sometimes is not all it's cracked up to be. "Looks like someone beat him," said the junior officer taking photos at the scene. I nodded in agreement. "Will you stop playing with that!&#34...[Read Full Post] Sun, 22 Jan 2012 08:42:38 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/745295 Bernadette looked forward to a quiet night at home. Her favourite show was on, she poured herself a glass of lemonade and opened the pizza box that had been delivered just minutes before. That was when her hopes for a relaxing night were shattered. That's the moment she found the note taped inside the lid of the pizza box which read "I know wher...[Read Full Post] Fri, 20 Jan 2012 11:07:10 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/744882 It was his first robbery that earned Dale McGovern the nickname the "Cliché Thief." His hand-written note read "Give me your money, and don't get any bright ideas." The shop he'd robbed had been a lighting store. The newspaper headline the next day delighted him, and so he purposely wrote demand notes based upon the businesse...[Read Full Post] Fri, 20 Jan 2012 11:07:32 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/744869