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Impressed?

“When I was much younger, I could bench press a fat man!”

“Oooh!” said my granddaughter, eyes twinkling.

“Yep, your grandpa’s pretty strong! And even though I’m getting older, I bet I could still do it, if you gave me a chance.”

My granddaughter said, “I can do push-ups, too!”


This story was based on the prompt “much younger” at TypeTrigger.

The Red Barren

It was Mars-ish. (Mars-like? Hmm. Red and dusty, anyways.) Regardless, it was his backyard, and he was proud of it.

Land ownership was one of the purest forms of power, and it felt good. He knew his great-great-great-great grandfather Karl would agree.

Now all he was missing were some factories.


This story is based on a title suggested by King Kool.