Story Number 3 - A Boy and His Dog

**A Boy and His Dog** "H-he...Hello. My name is...is...Oh, what is it? Wilda. That's it! Wilda Woolworth. I'm a lamb with glossy pink fleece that the Easter Bunny uses to line the many baskets that she delivers on this busiest of seasons "And...

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Breathing Walls Rewrite

**_Breathing Walls Rewrite_** If these walls could talk, they'd have quite the story tell. The carnage that had unfolded on that night was quite the site to behold. There was one other witness to the event, however. She, a grey monkey, listened to...

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The Awkward Yet Funny Sex of Kiki Divine

**The Awkward Yet Funny Sex of Kiki Divine** "Now, audience members", a voice exclaims over a loudspeaker facing the auditorium`s attendance. "Now give it up for our next comedian, Kiki Divine!" The audience members applaud in unison for the...

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My Draggy Cub is Born

**_My Draggy Cub Is Born_** A storm is quickly rolling in on the shore of a small beach town. Clouds, increasing in darkness from a light grey to a midnight black, begin covering the blue sky and stretch out to the horizon as proof of the rough night...

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Facing the Storm: Starting Scenario

**Facing the Storm: Starting Scenario** The last couple of days have been tough. Last week, Barnaby the sixteen year old who lives across the street toilet papered your house, the latest in a string of recent pranks he has played. When his parents...

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Facing the Storm: Rough Approach

**Facing the Storm: Rough Approach** You tell the boy that he has to sleep nude with you if he wants to stay in your room. He hesitates, and another flash of lightening prompts him to discard his garments. You pull him to the bed and turn him over...

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Facing the Storm: Affection Approach

**Facing the Storm: Affection Approach** You take the boy by the paw and lead him to through the house to your back porch, which, over the years, you have converted into a huge, carpeted room that is enclosed by walls of clear bulletproof glass....

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Facing the Storm: Stress Relief Approach

**Facing the Storm: Stress Relief Approach** You take his paw and lead him to the door at the end of the hallway. You tell him to open it, which he does without any questions. You flip the light switch to reveal the basement, which you have...

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Facing the Storm: Ending

**Facing the Storm: Ending** You awake the next morning to find that the kit is not with you. You call out his name, and Barnaby, wearing only a frilly, yellow apron, comes to the room you are in. He has made breakfast has been waiting for you to...

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Six Word Stories

**_Six Word Stories_** · Two meet on a lonely night. · Lost pup, a stray, is found. · His heart's broken; it bleeds despair. · Through the caliginous forest, the destination. · A woman's ire: he dies tonight! · Abyss: a glimmer is a sun. · I...

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The Creation of a Soul

**The Creation of a Soul** A faceless puppet hangs by its strings on a hook in the wall. Nude and unpainted, it's starting to collect dust. There it hangs with no one to dust it off; nobody is there to clothe it, illuminate it, or give it a face....

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