Tag: 50 words
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Rocka
Clayton looked at the camera with an arrogant confidence. He grabbed his belt and stood, looking moody, down towards the cameraman. He swayed provocatively from side to side, smirking menacingly. The music started. “And… mime!” Declared the floor director. “Mime?” Scoffed Clayton. “I can’t mime… I don’t know the words”.
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The Mystery of the Ice Circles
Ice covered some but not all of the Lake. Some patches were completely frozen, other areas rippled freely as though they were in a totally different and warmer climate. But the mystery came in the patches within the ice. Circles unfrozen, randomly spaced… pockets of warm within icy icy cold? Posted for Six Word Saturday……
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Ground Control
The stars were barely visible from the Classified Space Station due to the light from the Sun appearing over the curve of the Earth. “That is not the Sun.” the friendly on-board computer corrected. “What is it?” I typed. “Ground Control terraforming.” Computer replied. “The Sun is currently behind you.”
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The Wolves
They called to the pack, the hunt was on. One of their number is missing, and a silver bullet lodged into the trunk of an old oak tree is their only clue. It may be Hallowe’en, the night where spirits fly free, but tonight the spirit of this pack unites.
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wHIspereD vOices
Monique always welcomed the whispered words from her Familiar, although the voice never sounded as though it was from her cat or within her head… more so over her left shoulder. But whenever she looked around, there was no body there. Keep waiting… the whispers told her… it’s nearly here.
The Mansionic Perspective 