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True Lies of the First Kind
It all started the day Benjamin Hooker won the prize for being the best liar in the company. We all were asked to submit tales, we’d either heard, or made up. Ben came up with this tale about how The Twizzle Stick Company, which employed several hundred people making swizzle sticks, for primarily the martini market, and some of the Puerto Rican Rum trade that couldn’t find enough wonderful things to do to rum. We were to be terminated. Ben thought of himself as a fun guy. Now when you describe it that way, it sounds like whatever he was doing was funny, whether the people he was doing it to t...
Support Group
So this story includes people from Reedsy, and I had fun making the quiz and letting people answer it, so I think I will do it more often. There’s Aerin Rebecca, my first follower and friend, she’s Samara in this. Go follow her if you haven’t already. Right now, her name is Don't read my profile pic but I think she’s gonna change it back soon.https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/don-t-read-my-profile-pic/There’s Cookie Carla, and she’s Cookie in this. Go follow her and read her Adri Trilogy.https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/cookie-carla/And there’s also...
Watching
Sitting here in the shade of a brick building whose brick has www.onedoor.ccshed its soft alluring demeanor and has taken on the stories of those that have passed; those that live and those that no longer care or need to. When time marches slowly enough past our front door, it allows one of two things to happen. Either we look for detail and appreciate the effort, or we get bored of the sameness, and begin to think of things we have no business thinking about, but for the distraction. Jammie Espiers sat on his stoop overlooking Franklin Avenue and marveled at the lack of movement. It was as if time had not...
Metaphysically Challenged
“What was that?”The question that echoed around the community, a stark eviction notice from Armageddon.We looked out the window at what appeared to be stars bursting in the air, but after removing the philosophical bent that had arrived with the intrusion of darkness and the fear that accompanies it, I realized it was the electric transformers, our silver moons, exploding in 1912 overture style. The rain pounded on the windows, attempting to breech the glass. Lightning in the bruised sky was reflected in the asphalt ponds that formed in the street. The trees, their leaves flailing in their att...