A Mexican Standoff_Staring at the Lawn Muffins_The Creators Are Chumps_Mirror Balls And Time Capsule
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A Mexican Standoff
The following story may have errors of accuracy in regards to Mexican references, where I chose vocabulary to serve the story. That said, I was inspired by the beautiful culture and language. Miguel Cartez glanced at the shipping bill of lading the policeman held out in front of him. A fly buzzed around the light bulb of his Italian luxury banker’s desk lamp. The policeman’s black cap with the México Policia Federal insignia gulped the whole of what looked to be his narrow forehead, and crystalline beads of sweat rolled down the man’s smooth cheeks. Miquel put the bill, face-side up on the le...
Staring at the Lawn Muffins
CW: Swearing, a fat cat, drop-kick ex, some defecation, frogs...“I can’t take any more of this shit,” The Man says and walks out the door, slamming it behind him so hard the windows rattle and several of The Hellions begin to cry.The Lady gathers The Hellions into a pile, and they weep and wail, holding onto each other in a heaving heap of misery.While I don’t desire to exit as dramatically as The Man, I too cannot cope with the level of negative emotion in the room, and I flop off the couch and saunter outside to stare at the lawn muffins.#Over the next few days, The Lady is uncharacteristica...
The Creators Are Chumps
“Speak now.” Meghna’s words were clipped, her voice hoarse. She transferred the screwdriver to her lefwww.onedoor.cct hand and flexed the fingers of her right. A faint buzzing reverberated from inside the synthetic skin. “Drew looks,” the face said. A pause, then “at me.” The machine’s words were monotone, its face bland. Meghna’s carpal tunnel strained as she pulled the fingers of her right hand toward her wrist. “Well, she’s not wrong,” Drew offered. “I was looking at her.” “Don’t assign it pronouns yet. The sooner droids consider themselves people, the faster they’ll revolt.” She’d said it jokingly but ...
Mirror Balls And Time Capsules
Ahh, yes. I remembered this. It was one of the few things that I did, observing the fact that goldfish can’t recall anything from the day before and I was much like a dead one. My rough, speckled fingers trembled slightly from the cold as they trailed along the dents and grooves etched into the soft aluminium surface from her fingernails. That was from Ally. It was the ball made out of aluminium foil that a girl gave her at the mall before she died last week. I turned the ball around in my fingers, looking at my contorted doppelgänger staring back at me out of the surface. I could picture Ally...