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Max sipped his coffee slowly as his gaze traversed the diner. A few truckers, a salesman, a couple college kids, the typical late late crowd. The waitress drifted by to refill his cup, caught his eye, flicked her gaze left almost imperceptibly. With infinite care he eased the Colt clear of its holst...

Love this one!

"At last," cried the professor, shrugging off his stained lab coat. Despite his exhaustion, he leapt to his feet carrying the vial of precious iridescent liquid. Fumbling with the key, he opened the cage and holding the unsuspecting rat in one hand, he tipped the vial into its mouth. For a long mome...

gunsofchekhovia wrote:Agree about the word "inventor," though.

Good call.

Thanks for the feedback. I was trying to indicate that the man and rat had switched places, but I can see how unclear that is.

"At last," cried the inventor, shrugging off his stained lab coat. Despite his exhaustion, he leapt to his feet carrying the vial of precious iridescent liquid. Fumbling with the key, he opened the cage and holding the unsuspecting rat in one hand, he tipped the vial into its mouth. For a long momen...

She loved her new self-driving car
right until the moment when it achieved sentience
and left to join the wild Mustangs.

Loved this story. Great choice for the 300th episode. I especially liked the way we were slowly drawn into both the horror and the complexity of the characters. Really impressive in a short story.

A bonfire on Samhain night,
the Morrigan will dance and fight.
So watch your wee ones or they might
Become the sacrifice.

will write for beer wrote:The night, however, belonged to the plague.

My favorite line. Good drabble!

Varda wrote:Hmm. I'm not sure exactly what's going on here, but I like it. I saw it as two vampires playing for the tasty, tasty snack in the corner. Am I close?

Yes, that's right. The opponent with the hairy hand might be a vampire or werewolf or something else equally sinister.

They faced each other over the ancient board. A pale hand reached out and carefully moved a pawn one space. Then a hairy hand responded, a knight leapt to intercept. Back and forth they went, in a tense, menacing silence. Over in a dark corner a filthy child sat, blond curls hanging listlessly along...

Behemoth said to Leviathan while chatting one night by the shore.
Godzilla is a good guy except that he happens to snore.

strawman wrote: So maybe you could add a reference to "putrescent okra" in there?

The idea of a love poem with putrescent okra is fabulous. I bow to your creative genius!

The demon was fed up with an eternity of unpaid torturing.
Calling a strike, he shambled off to see if he could raise hell.

There is a song which once heard, cannot be unheard. Long after the final note dies, it grows like a tapeworm within the mind. There is an image which once seen, cannot be unseen. Delight gives way to uneasiness, then to a creeping disgust. There is a fruit which tastes of pomegranate and also despa...

strawman wrote:Time to pack doesn't much move me. I'm thinking it would be cool for Igor to feel something of an English major thrill.

Igor smiled. He loved plot resolution.

Or

The thrill of catharsis!

Nice. Or perhaps "He loved deconstruction."

Hell's not so bad, I thought, as I entered the game room. But as the door locked behind me, I saw my doom written: Charades.

Thanks for the helpful feedback. How about this? Igor pushed the mop slowly around the laboratory. He sighed as the blood and offal sloshed down the drain. Igor had seen better experiments in his tenth grade chemistry lab. His mind drifted back to the sonnet he had been composing. "Oh, what's the us...

Thanks for the warm welcome. I'm sure the majority of top earning CEO's are Welsh majors.