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2 hours of attempting to format for a promp that wants formatting. Studio bites. Can't even export to reedsy. (ignore the rest. no good without formatting) SSC Now the purpose of SSC is to plan and build a solar array so that you can link to our esteemed brothers in China through batteries with small antennas that give and receive important instructions once you’ve sold your house and live in a van. There are multiple phases to the game, which is intended for children, but can also be played by adults who want to learn building codes and po...
Her Mystery is so FascinatingIliyid was sleeping on the couch, his pot belly sticking out and he had obviously fallen asleep with too much fruit keiopecktate in his mouth because the man was foaming. I was so angry that I just pulled his blanket and told him: GET UP! The world is ending.Not really.California had simply outlawed nudity by electronics as a way to control young men into dating more. The problem was that we had to download and catalogue all the statues, paintings, and sockpuppets, which might become accidentally enmeshed in this...
Submitted to Contest #304
The big dream was to get sent to a federal prison, maybe Super-Max, and have time to finish our novel. Steve had been busy with kids – we all had been busy with kids – so there wasn’t even time to start the crime which would lead to the solidarity which would finish the novel.I was making chum for poaching endangered sharks when Steve was hospitalized. The call came over from the UC Davis Hospital and I put down the ice cream scooper and drove up with the emergency lights flashing. This doesn’t really work unless you put a plague symbol [lar...
Steve was a beautiful and kind soul, working at a dive bar as the head chef of things people used to put in their mouths while drinking. He never asked for such great responsibility and had left San Francisco as a man who was forced to chop vegetables for ten years, so many vegetable deaths at that time. Now we kept him close, a veteran, and promised to never make him hear the screams of onions again.To this end, all of agree that we would only order real meat and bread that had never shown to have a soul. There’s an anciet yogihitstu machin...
The Mystery of Nanna’s phone having messages from dead Grandpa was going to be a real toughie. “Well, what did he say?” I was trying to change the subject but mom was all in their business because she was the oldest daughter and wanted to make sure it wasn’t time to send grandma to The Cognitive Decline Psychiatric Hospital. Mom didn’t really need the money but told everyone she couldn’t move to Tahiti because she had to take care of her mother. As mom was dating a male model who also was a CFO in banking – I felt that she should probably l...
The heart hurt, I wouldn’t wash for days almost enjoying how my effluvium filled a room. People were so polite; they said nothing.The dog needed to be walked, so scruffy, like he knew his master’s mirth, and we got into the convertible and put the top down, though the overcast could go either way. It was still early. Traffic could not be blasted awake by their coffee and their luxury watches ticking away the minutes until they made it. There’s a calm in the still hours of the morn, the queen's necklace, we put the travel-verse in high fideli...
My friend Bing is a true believer. He’s the kind of man who drives to Texas to get hairplugs and comes back with partial ownership in an oil well in Arkansas. Apparently, many men lie down in these barberchairs while a sewing machine with a flexible table weaves in human hair and Rogaine Roots to their scalp. The sewing machines are quiet, and the non-barber has to cut the hair threads when they reach around 6 inches long, and then Bing was supposed to wait a day before final styling, looking like a hippy rock star from the days of Glam Rock...
Ringa Ring… Straight to voicemail.“Son of a …”People don’t really want to talk to you when the local news had plastered your face on their tiny paper with the headline: CULT LEADER AT IT AGAINHerald, the publisher, really wanted me to deliver his newspapers on my 70-miles-an-hour-adul- scooter which had been stolen by the courts. I told him NO WAY was I risking energy and possible leg cramps to throw his little rag into the yards of people and get eaten by their dogs.For I am an environmentalist.(Kinda)Truth be told, the average veterinarian...
Submitted to Contest #299
Every two years in California you have to renew your marriage license or the police can come into your bedroom and take the kids out of the stomach. It’s really weird and I’m greatful it hasn’t happened yet. But this year I got a notice, DOG Certification Required, in addition to paying the normal marriage license fees and getting a red sticker to put on my wife. She forced me to get my marriage registration tattooed on my left finger while I was drinking. I just pay for the tattoo number removal and then get the new one zipped on every year...
Submitted to Contest #293
Tom Svinver barely missed the weight limit designed by the National Space Administration who claimed that his extra twenty pounds would cost a quarter million dollars to make him weightless. It was cost-prohibitive to send obese people to space. He had tried diet and exercise but at 43 years of age, tethered to a lab all day, Tom was desperately attempting a side-experiment with the dissolution of fat by a chemical alternative. All the rats had died. Two weeks before lift-off and final weight test he asked General Brodrick, “If I find t...
Submitted to Contest #290
GET UPAlexa is set to ‘prison security voice’ and the second alarm blares out the bridge to Ouija Board by Morrisey, it’s time for Jillian to rouse, smell her pits, and decide if there is enough time to take a shower including the hair because she does not enjoy the elastic pain of shower caps. Her watch rings “ring zip ring” (like that) and she barely remembers it’s the day to put Ms. Lice in the ground. FUNERAL at 8. Quaking, because her adult kids left the package to Jimmy Dean Croissants open when she was defrosting and not rea...
Couple’s Therapy: Ukraine Russia EditionDah. “Now Don-nald, I have to say this is very mature of you meeting me man to man. It’s much (how you say?) much less NOISY without the princess of Ukraine. This is good, no?”“Well Vlad, “ [Crossing the legs] “I’ve had time to learn this life is more than money. I’ve had my share of big splits… Why don’t you tell me what really troubles you?”“You know I take care of her for many years and she gives me back my nukeclear rings and say this: ‘Destroy! Destroy!’ You know how the nukeclear ring is for...
Submitted to Contest #289
Trigger: written in the fat thumb grammar to avoid data miners over-borrowing any more labor.Grandpa was dragged out by his neck and forced to sign his property away. The crows thronged hard and threw their gnatty green tomatoes, their wooden shear sticks fanning about in the hazey morning. It was like a thunder strike as this tassled leash went around his neck and someone slapped a horse on the hind and the cobblestones went bumpety bumpety. It’s rough to have this awesome guy, this King of royal blood in your line, but you can’t brag ...
Submitted to Contest #280
Master Combat Sargeant Elvis Kneel was discharged from his third tour of active duty so he could go to the multi-person funeral of his wife and daughters. The Army asked that he leave his duty guns in a secured check with a padlock and a combination given to his squadron commander. The newspapers knew that a scarred and tenacious freak was coming home but they simply reported that the women were survived by their husband and father.The Mayor thought it was a good time to appoint a Vice Mayor if anyone would like the fringe benefit of unlimit...
The ushers were very kind, just so gentle, not clingy when my legs gave out all the way down the aisle to meet CJ Mach and his microphone. He had one of those 1980’s microphone that was skinny and came to a mushroom head and the man expected me to give him a kiss on the cheek (or the lips if I wanted to get lucky). “Tommmmmmmy Goooooooooround! Come on down.” No CJ. I wll not go down. (I felt like nearly puking). In all my years as a consumer, a sinner, a speeder and the occasional fictitious filing on a tax return – I had neve...
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