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LL MADRID: The Trip

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In this new world, the colors carried their own sounds, the air tasted like gingersnaps, and birds tweeted the blues.

A gruff gnome told Philip, “You are the chosen one.”

Nancy from HR hovered above, frowning. “We know you’re on drugs. We have to let you go. Get some help.”

L.L. Madrid lives in Tucson with her four-year-old daughter, an antisocial cat, and the occasional scorpion. Her work can be found lurking in places like Flash Fiction Magazine, Dali’s Lovechild, Literary Orphans, and in shoe boxes under her bed.

JOE LUNNE: Southern Rim

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Walter emptied the urn into the Grand Canyon.

They’d planned to retire and travel. Now Ruth flew solo: her particles frolicked between sun and shade, lingering to say goodbye before their exodus.

He shuffled back to the truck and pondered the drive home to Minnesota—then steered south towards Phoenix.

Joe Lunne wrote this story.

JOANNA M WESTON: Cold Feet?

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My paper boats—one pink, one yellow—float in sunlight. I stand calf-deep in the lake, camera in hand.

A flood of ice cold water pours into my right boot. Do I give up and go home?

No. My laughter echoes across the lake: after all I’m seventy-five years old.

Joanna M. Weston is married with two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, was published by Clarity House Press. She has also published a book of poetry, A Summer Father, through Frontenac House of Calgary, and an eBook, The Willow Tree Girl, through her blog.

SEAN HIGGINS: The Fixer

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“We leave in five minutes,” he said.

Grey hairs muzzled out of his nostrils like worn felt. He smelled like ammonia. A holstered Leatherman dangled from his belt.

He was my last chance.

I glanced past him, at the smoke rising from the snowy yard.

“I can’t go,” I said.

Sean Higgins lives in an old farmhouse in Ypsilanti, Michigan with his wife and three insane cats. He works as an editor for a Research Firm. His work has been published in Bartleby Snopes.

CONNELL WAYNE REGNER: The Submarine

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Editor: This story is a prequel to The Juggernaut. You can also read the sequel, The Trapped Submarine.

“It hasn’t been tested!” his crew muttered.

“I’ll volunteer, Cap.”

“Why you Piper?”

“Stupid, sir!”

Later…

“Piper, your wife’s been in to see me. She’s some woman, all right. Made me promise to bring you home! Anyway, when we’re through we can celebrate with this here whiskey I’ve been saving.”

Connell Wayne Regner had successfully avoided writing creatively since he wrote spontaneous lyrics to music some years ago. Although from a linguistic background, he has serendipitously succumbed to fiction. His other dabblings can be found at paragraphplanet and wtdmagazine.wordpress.com.

DEVIN HUBBARD: Autopilot

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If Bunny didn’t get off here, she never would. She would stay on this same road for the rest of her life.

This road would bring her happiness. “Happiness, nothing more,” she thought. Screw that.

She jerked the steering wheel hard, just catching the exit to the road less travelled…

Devin Hubbard is a neuroscientist by dawn, moonlighting writer by dusk.

Calvin Seeks Adventure

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Calvin the little dinosaur went looking for Adventure.

He saw Stully the old Stegasaurus. “Do you know where I can find Adventure?” asked Calvin.

“Pshaw!” said Stully. “I used to eat Adventure for breakfast every morning! But now there’s a drought.”

“Oh,” said Calvin. “Thank you.” He kept searching anyways.

Cataloguing Errors

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Kevin clung desperately to the lip of the mile-high cliff, wondering which of today’s six poor choices had been most to blame for his predicament.

His sweat-slick palms gave way, and too late he noticed the ledge he could have dropped safely onto.

So, the seventh mistake, then.

A Time Away

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“I need a vacation.”

“Oh? Where to?”

“Into my own brain, I think. An imagination vacation.”

“What are you going to do while you’re there?”

“Just relax.”

“Lucky you. My imagination doesn’t let me relax. Always an adventure going on.”

“That must be difficult.”

“Actually the hardest part is escaping!”

This story is based on a title suggested by @Zzenkrad.

So Long, and Thanks For All the Rides

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It was late. Mintred and Neldred were on their way home from Neldred’s retirement party from Municipal Dolphin Transport.

Suddenly, they heard a shout and a splash. Hardly thinking, Neldred dove and kicked, arriving just in time to save the man’s life.

Thus began a series of new aquatic adventures.

This story is based on a series of tweets in which I asked people to guess what form of transport I was riding.