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The man with the cap showed up in the park without his dog one day. My friend thought that was simply curious, but I knew something horrible had happened. The light of his world, his dog, was dead.
We met the man everyday after that. He was always happy to see me and my friend, but the sadness crept back into his mind as soon as we parted. Meeting us was probably the bright spot of his day.
There are many cursed gemstones in this world, but I know of none as wicked or powerful as the one I now hold in my hand. Lovers have killed each other for it. Wars have been fought over it. The greatest intellectuals in human history have sought to tame it, only to have their minds overthrown.
“On broomsticks, Mr Adams? You saw kids flying on broomsticks?”
Adams fidgeted in his seat. The office of the Aviation Medical Examiner seemed to close in on him.
“Dr Inkwell,” Adams said, “I’m not lying, it really looked like…” He couldn’t even say it. He tried again. “I know how it sounds, but-”
He parked the car outside her house. There was no sign of her. He took a deep breath to relieve some of the stress.
This was a stupid idea. He’d only just met this woman, why had he agreed to go on a date with her so soon? Why tonight? The most important report of his career was due tomorrow, and he hadn’t even started yet. He might as well hand in his resignation.
The bartender at “funky munky” handed the photo back to her. “Sorry, don’t recognize him.”
“Thanks for your time,” Judy said, and reached for the photo, but the bartender didn’t let go.
“Although…” he said, “With a red wig, some lipstick and eyeliner… That’s Amy! Wow.”
Judy struggled to find words. “No, what… What do you… That’s my dad.”
At least he wasn’t the only one late for practice, James thought, as he and Bob jogged towards the center of the football field.
Team captain Jared (“The Hulk”) spotted them and crossed his arms. He wasn’t pleased.
“I’m sorry,” James said. “I have no excuse.”
“Sure you do,” Bob said. “You just had a messy breakup with your boyfriend in the parking lot.”
“I have bad news, Matilda,” said the Lord of Thornewood manor as he gently stroked the mane of his beloved Appaloosa.
“She won everything. The cars, the manor… You.”
His lips trembled, and his voice cracked.
“I really thought they would let me keep you.”
The gardener was grateful for two things above all: the fact that there was no-one around for miles (he hated interruptions), and the incinerator.
Of course, he’d made sure the place had an incinerator before he took the job, he always did. That part was non-negotiable. It made everything so much easier.
Every year on my grandfather’s death anniversary, my father used to take me to an abandoned temple to look at the lanterns. They were old, covered in spider webs, and smelled funny.
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She’s late.
He’s waiting for her in the parking lot.
It’s boring, but he must stay because people keep trying to steal their spot. He scares them away though.
Suddenly, a strange, drawling voice speaks from the shadows.
Sonny Price 