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All those years doing others’ bidding. So little time to work on those things that gave him joy. Now that had changed. Down-sizing they said. Plenty of free time. Money was a little tight. He’d had to take this job as a greeter in a big box store. He didn’t mind. It was the perfect opportunity to me...

The itching won't stop. Scratching is useless. I dig deeper. Muscle and bone exposed. Still no relief. Time to get a saw.

Beeping and whirring filled the ICU room. He had barely survived the horrible accident. Now he lay here, a machine breathing for him. Only his eyes moved, fluttering under half-opened lids. A young woman slips into the room and tearfully kisses him. She leans and whispers in his ear, “Stephen, I lov...

Sorry, I'm new to this place and was not completely aware of the more eccentric nature of the writing here. This is rather mundane and normal. Good practice, I guess, but in the future I will try and stick more to the "Strange Stories, By Strange Authors, for Strange Listeners" concept.

“Mommy! We found a magic box!” “That’s nice. Mommy’s busy right now.” Such imagination, but I have to get this laundry done. “Mommy, Chrissy took the magic out of the box.” “She did?” “She is doing magic. Come see.” “In a minute.” Vacuum this room. “Chrissy is being mean to me.” “Tell her to stop. I...

I breathe deep the smell of exotic spices and rich sauces. My mouth waters at the sizzle of meat searing on a grill. A culinary connoisseur, I have traveled from one world to another, searching for the ultimate gustatory experience. So I came to this distant settlement, rumored to have the finest cu...

Tonight was the night Clara had waited 20 years for. He was back in town and said he had something important to tell her. Best friends since childhood, she had always loved him. He had to know. During college and all his failed relationships, she had been patient and supportive. She'd shopped all da...

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He stands transfixed by the silence. Of all things, it is the silence that gnaws at him the most. A million empty windows glare down at him. On the streets that should be full of humanity, only the wind moves. Streetlights change purposelessly, while cars sit empty and still. He drifted off to sleep...