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#896794 by Arakun the Twisted Raccoon
. Each day there's a new prompt.
December 6, 2018 at 11:27pm
I didn’t wake up here. I just sort of...was already here, in mid-run, through the snowy trees. Where? I didn’t know this place. The snow danced lazily down from a grayish purple sky. The first snow of the year. I didn’t know how I knew that. I slowed my pace, confused. How did I get here? What was I running from? Who was I? I had on a flowing white cotton dress and no shoes. Not good winter apparel, but oddly I wasn’t cold. I wasn’t anything. I stopped in my tracks. Listened. W... [Read more]
A New Friend
December 5, 2018 at 11:46pm
The old man dried the remaining glasses and returned them to their place. The bar had been empty all night. Tonight was his last shift as a bartender. Would anyone notice him gone? Tomorrow his son would move him to the assisted living place down the street. Just thinking about that cold, sterile institution made him angry. He had a lovely home in the historic downtown square. The old man thought he could get by with a little extra help, but his son disagreed, and now his home would be sold.... [Read more]
Reunion at the Library
December 4, 2018 at 11:12pm
The library was quiet, the frail librarian pushed the carpet sweeper up and down the aisles of ancient books. It was time to close. Her favorite time. She had just stepped into the supply closet to put the sweeper away, when the bell over the door jingled, startling her. Two small children walked in, and ran on confident legs to the storage room in the back, marked "employees only." "You can't go back there!" She called, but her voice sounded strange in this desolate p... [Read more]
The Fish Pond
December 3, 2018 at 4:42pm
The father and son chose two fishing poles and headed to the pond. Hundreds of people milled about the farm, to enjoy the petting zoo, fish pond, and pony rides. The father put worms on both hooks and the two cast their lines in the water. The father didn’t expect to catch anything, but it was nice being out with his family. “Dad, I think I got one!” The boy squealed as he pulled hard on his pole. The dad helped him reel in the large fish. “Whoa, Buddy, this is huge!” The ... [Read more]
The Hobo
November 30, 2018 at 9:14pm
Bob found himself drawn to the old cigar box guitar in the junk shop window. The White-Cat Cigars logo brought back memories of his father and the identical guitar that he owned years ago. He laid the money down on the counter and huffed off. Outside, a gray drizzle met him as the train pulled into the station. A group of transients formed across the street, strumming homemade banjos and guitars similar to what he carried. The group blocked the way to the depot, where Bob needed to be. His t... [Read more]
I'll Be Home For Christmas
November 29, 2018 at 11:25pm
Lucille looked out the window of her shack. Snow, accompanied by strong wind threatened to leave her buried by morning. She was supposed to be at her daughter’s house for Christmas, and she worried she might not be able to get there. She laid the age-worn newspaper clipping on the table and threw on her coat. She just had to get to her daughter’s house! Christmas wouldn’t hold the same magic without her family near, plus her daughter’s house was just down the street. Her finger... [Read more]
Kevin's Summer Vacation
November 28, 2018 at 3:49am
Kevin walked to the front of the class to read his report on what he did over summer vacation. He knew that few would believe it, but every word was true. The seventeen-year-old took his position behind the podium and laid out his handwritten account of the worst summer he’d ever experienced. After clearing his throat, he began to relive the nightmare. “ The prison routine was the worst. People telling you when to eat, when to use the bathroom, when to use the water fountain. The buildin... [Read more]
Santa's Bell
November 27, 2018 at 4:13am
The child reached her chubby hand out to Santa. Her wheelchair made sitting on his lap impossible, but he took her hand as she told him her Christmas wish. She didn’t want toys this year, she wanted something more important. For her classmates to stop teasing her. It had gotten bad. Her mom and dad thought about sending her to a new school. She would rather die than have to explain again about the night her daddy got drunk and drove them into the side of the bank building on their way t... [Read more]
The Fire
November 26, 2018 at 2:45am
She stumbled out of bed and pulled the threadbare curtains tight together, leaving no gaps. It was too bright in this makeshift home. Her head pounded and the backs of her eyeballs throbbed with what promised to be another migraine. It had been three days since the fire that had stolen her house away from her, and still, she hadn’t been able to leave the remaining storage shed on the property to assess the damage, or go to work, or return to the living. It was a nice shed, as far as sheds ... [Read more]
The Goddess
November 26, 2018 at 3:34am
“You must be joking!” I laughed, joyful at my date’s strange sense of humor. We’d gone to see a bad play downtown at the old theatre and came back to his tiny, sparsely furnished apartment that overlooked the river for coffee. Samuel was old fashioned and strange. I sometimes got the impression that he was a gorgeous and well-sculpted space alien, trying to adapt and learn our human ways while blending in among them. It was this particular night, sitting in the dark living room w... [Read more]
The Silence is Always Worse
November 24, 2018 at 6:18pm
“Whatever you do, stay away from the cheese…” The line crackled and went dead in my hand. “Who is this?” I asked in vain, but the caller had gone. I replaced my cell in my purse and headed out the door. Today would be difficult. I hated saying goodbye, especially to my furry friends. An hour later, blinded by tears, my poor Duke’s collar dangled from my hand as I left the three-story vet hospital and headed downtown. I walked slowly, taking in the early spring air. Duke would hav... [Read more]

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