Stories tagged “it”
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It Was Left in the Tree
“Theo, you get down from there,” his wife called through the winter air. Theodore clung to the bare limbs, continuing his ascent. He cursed her under his breath, words he wouldn’t dare say aloud. The smell of cold wind across dormant ...
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We ain't all the same
He walked into the office. The office loudmouth blurted out “here’s the IT geek, the guru, come on fix it” His auto defence shields sprang into action all those years of special services took over in a flash. He eyed the office loudmo...
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H.LP
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it
I drove my car towards the horizon. The lush green grass flew past me. I looked at me speedometer; I was going 75km/h, 30km/h above the speed limit, and 75km/h faster than I wanted to go. As I sped along the road, the horizon grew ever closer. Besides ...
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I deserve it!
Dear Santa, First of all Santa I’d just like to say thank you for my presents last year, although to be perfectly honest you didn’t give me everything I asked for. I mean I didn’t get a pony or a tortoise or a princess tiara. I mean I...
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Day 8: I Am the Messenger By Markus Zusak
January 8th “What’s this?” I ask as Robin hands me a book. “Kind of a sorry for being such a jerk these past couple of days gift,” he replied. “No you-” “I was, don’t try to defend me, plus I would have given you it anyway it’s one ...
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Witchy
The miserable old bound crone. Her eyes are great evil coruscating rubies. He, She, and It, her trio of incompetent, disparate, yet well-meaning abductors argue. Chanted through the crone’s clenched gag are discordant, guttural, and painful syl...
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In the Basement Where She Belongs
J.R. came in from the field, but I could tell it hadn’t gone well. He threw open the screen door and stomped over the threshold, tossing his coat, hat and rifle in a heap on the settle. “No answer?” I asked, bracing for the response. ...
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The Madness Continues
And so Sam went to Soccy, and he begged and begged to let him continue to go down tangent alley. He explained that if he, and others, were allowed to do this, everyone might actually be more productive because their creativity would be enhanced and all...
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Never too young.
Sure, you’re young. You’re only sixteen. And next year you’ll only be seventeen. And the year after that, eighteen. Don’t you see? You’ll let his continue your whole life, until you’re old and shrivelled, then you...