Careful what you wish for

Eric the idle was here for easy fame. 

‘Be gone foul spirits,’ he shouted into the Great Hall as outside crowds cheered. 

Slowly, he moved to the candle lit altar  As he neared, he screamed at the words forming in the dust.

The crowd cheered the silence. Peace had come

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Dog hot under the collar

140 character story – drop by to Grandma's Goulash to leave your own

A Crime Revisited

The whiskey relaxed Joe. He could face the head now. Its hack marks said Bilinskii but he'd been in jail since '52.

He knocked back more, like your dad, the bloated face accused. Staring back, he suddenly thought, 'How old would Bilinskii kids be now?'

The dropped bottle rolled away.

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A muse on concrete

Grey nothingness…bland chaos…dull to the eye. Yet touch and call back the long dead of seas now fiery sand or with soft lips taste its sour tears. Bend down and smell the heat of summer when rain prayed for.

To us Mayflies it remains unheard as tomb silence.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Love at a price

 It was your fault saying no.

'Temptation is my name...'

It pulled me into a fifth-rate synth house with useless mark 3's.  They can't even dreamcast, you have to fuck rubber and imagine.None were as good as you. I needed to change.

In my dreams now, you always say yes.

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Remains of the day

The slammed door told her go.

Outside, warmed by the morning sun, she saw again the snow dusted fields of the first time. The tearful promises wanting compassion.

Not this time.

She knew what he would wake up missing. He did say he wanted to stop being a cock.

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Memories

Alf always enjoyed dancing even after Annie's death he danced alone to scratchy 78s.The Warden was not happy at the 'disturbance' so Alf was forced to stop until Mary opposite noticed.

Then a knock on the wall let him dance as she made the Warden too busy to hear 'Got A Date With An Angel' She loved him enough to accept it would never be her.

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In the worse of times

'In other times, as the child was ripped from its womb, Wolfstan would have cheered at one less enemy. But slaughter gave no victor—'

‘Come again, but how is this Spamalot? Misery is so like epic fail.'

'Well, the baby tap-dances to Human League's "Don't You Want Me."

'Soooo random!'

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Until the light was gone

In the dank gloom, he saw Camelot.  It's a pile of old rocks,was all he could get Sally to say. Perhaps she was right.

Yet sword clanged on sword.Turning to kiss her, he said, 'Princess, it's what you make it.'

The silence told him, which was the fairy-story.

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Tearful Bear Remains

Once upon a time, Mop had his faithful teddy stolen. 

Seeking Bucket-Ted in the Dark Woods, the owls hooted him to a clearing. Here the wicked witch sat lit by a fire that crackled 'stay away.'

Sadly, unlike you good children he didn't so Witchy enjoyed a surprise roast supper.

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The cheque's in the post

Elm sat down to nurse a bourbon. Money was tight.

As expected, a cop swaggered in,

'Old timer, I've the... package.'

So it was Budsky.

Outside, the gun made clear who was paying,

'Sorry, nothing personal.'

'Kid, no apologies, you're earned me large.  Wave at the camera.'

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First Kiss Miss

It had been Martin’s first. It wasn’t a great kiss - stars stayed in the sky, and lips slithered but it was love. At least to him it wasn’t a sordid mistake, a drunken lark.

His angry ‘Bleeding hell, no!’ to the band’s new name was only understood by Kris.

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Sunday morning

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So many Empires so little Time

 




Monsieur Garlan liked the curls of a modern man - leave powdered wigs to lawyers, he thought.

His night shirt ballooned as perfume told him she was near. But on opening his eyes, he stopped, confused at the rifle.

His world suddenly went dark.‘Stop! I specifically ordered a time-jaunt, circa  France Empire.’

In the control room, Tom sighed, Holovid was so much easier. 

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