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2-XL: The Smartest Toy Robot in the World
Maggie and Andrew were staying with Grandma for the weekend while their parents took a trip by themselves for their anniversary. Not thrilled about the prospect, Grandma lived beyond civilization in their opinion. (Granted, it was one they kept to themselves as they knew to say nothing if they didn’t have anything nice to say.) She lived nearly thirty miles away from them on an acre carved out of some woods in the hillside. Riding through all the curves and turns just to get there, nearly getting carsick, was one thing, but cell phone and internet service there was another spotty to nonexisten...
Be Back Soon
I put my ashes in a time capsule a couple towns over. Twenty years from now, it will be opened. The spectators' curiosity will certainly lead to a DNA test of some kind. In their records they'll find my name, Olivia Green. I'll finally be declared legally dead, murdered, or so they'll assume. I will finally be able to live a life untethered to this world, to its responsibilities..I've spent years dreaming of that kind of release, I suppose that's why they call it "longing".. When that train comes today I won't be waiting idly by admiring the graffiti.. Last stop, anywhere.I figure I can spend ...
Suburban Time Capcule
Burrow Corp made top of the line time capsules. Their XC328 model was a real beauty. It was every bit a midsize house buried in the ground. It had walls three foot thick and was environmentally controlled.Burt Vile was as happy as a school boy when he purchased his new Burrow Corp time capsule. His wife Susan wasn’t so happy; the operation to bury it took out her beloved rose bushwww.onedoor.cces from the backyard.“Susan, you wait and see,” Burt told his wife. “This thing will pay for itself.”“That’s not going to bring my rose bushes back,” Susan said. This wasn’t the first wild ass idea her husband had co...
Were
The howl pierced through the biting cold, breaking apart the bitter stillness of the night. Ron sighed, he recognized her pain woven within the inhuman cries. He shook the light dusting of snow from his shoulders, stood up, and paced around the frosted pine he had chosen to wait for her beneath. The time was quickly approaching and he wasn’t sure that he was ready. He pulled his silver ring from his finger, kissed it, then gripped it tightly in his fist as he cherished the delay of the confrontation for as long as he could. He cursed the day he chose to walk the path of a hunter, but now he cu...