Stories tagged “pie”
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MMM (Mystery Math Message)
One day a mysterious message showed up written very small in the lower corner of the chalk boared someone wrote. √-1 2^3 Σ π, and I liked it. No one knew what it meant. It looked like a whacked out math problem that someone made up. The teacher urg...
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The Dollar
I have had better coffee, but the cherry pie was good, and the waitress was cute and friendly. Standing, I pulled some coins from my pocket. One of the coins was a big old silver dollar. ‘What the hell’, I thought, as I placed it next to my...
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Staredown
“You ready?” Harrison stared down Charles as if everything in their lives had come down to this moment. “Oh, I’m ready,” Charles replied. “Prepare to meet your maker. Boys?” Harrison called out to the large cro...
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Stolen Pleasures.
bzzzz… The fly buzzed lazily around my head, briefly alighting on my sunburned ear before continuing its endless droning circles. I longed to swat at it, to feel the dull thwack of my hand squash its buzzing body, but I didn’t dare with Mam...
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A La Mode
She liked CAKE. Of course, when it came to cake, she liked pie more. Cake and ice cream took birthdays, she acknowledged, but pie had long since conquered the frontier of ‘a la mode.’ Drank water constantly. Like a mermaid on X. Chewed on h...
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Zero Day
I felt, but didnt see, the shot. Just the feel of the recoil going up my arm like a sucker punch. I smelled the hot chemical stink of the burning powder, the planet-cracking BANG of the report, and the dull thump a microsecond later. I felt the hot fla...
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The End of the Beginning
Well, that was that. It was over. You prepare yourself for these things –like the first astronauts shot to Mars, ready to spend 3 months in each one confined space with no breaks– but its never quite as easy as you’d think. I unlatched the s...
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Faulty Mathematics
Just up the street, the baker flung open his windows so the scent of freshly baked confections could waft up and down the street to tempt bystanders into unburdening their wallets. Sighing contentedly, the baker cried: “Who wants some pi—”...