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He led the eager men into the cold, white room. He was a well-to-do gentleman with time and blood on his hands. It was a relief to finally reveal his passion for taxidermy.
“Is the collection finished?” they asked.
“Almost,” he said, his eyes out-gleaming the scalpel in his hand.
Ellie wriggled her toes, grinning with grim satisfaction as the joints cracked. She looked down at the delicate, elfin girl nestled underneath the covers beside her.
“Morning,” her husband whispered as he entered the room. “Is she still asleep?”
Ellie nodded, beaming, gently stroking the girl’s sun-dappled cheek. “My baby.”
Henry was sitting in the park, his wife and son beckoning him to join them.
He felt peace, but he was in pain.
He stood; stepped; stopped, struck by a force so great he felt he had no breath.
Then, “He’s back!” And the beeping on the cardiac machine resumed.
“May I buy a cup of tea, please?” he pleads.
She sees him and smiles. This seems to frighten him, so she leaves, returning quickly with a hot cup of tea and a croissant.
“May God bless you, child,” he whispers. He sips the tea delicately, tears in his eyes.
Shayna struts down the hall. Today, she is in a good place.
She won the case; the promotion is hers. Steve finally asked her to dinner.
Everyone around her is smiling, watching.
Until she realizes that her blouse is missing a button, in a not so good place after all.
Two minutes later, the car was on fire.
“That’ll teach him,” grinned Jeff, phone to ear again.
“He’s cryin’!” laughed Turk from the other end, “Bet he wishes he paid up now!”
“Not so cocky without his precious blue Civic, is he?”
“Green Civic, dude. Green. The blue one’s mine!”
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Existing work inspires my best creative work. The inspiring work seems to come in pairs: I watched an episode of Behind The Music followed by The Rutles, and an idea was born; I was thinking about productivity and watched The Colbert Report, and an idea was born.
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The white rectangle was definitely “Milk”, and the banana-shaped scribble must be “Moon”, but the pink tangle of crayon squiggles rang no bells in Amanda’s head. At stake was Katie’s fragile artistic confidence.
“It’s a brain,” said Katie.
“Oh honey, I thought they all started with ‘M’-”
“Mom, it’s ‘Magination’!”
This Guest Writer story was written by Drew Mokris. You can see more of Drew’s work at www.LeftHandedToons.com, a very clever and very funny webcomic where he and co-founder Justin draw every strip with their “wrong” hand. Drew is also a flash animator; many of his flash cartoons can be soon on his personal website, www.SpinnerDisc.com.
“Here’s a neat trick,” he said.
He opened his mouth, real wide. He inserted his hand, then his arm, down his throat. His shoulder dislocated to go farther down. He stopped. Then his arm came back up, and he pulled himself inside out.
“What do you think?”
“You’re still ugly.”
He does it every day. He comes back home from wherever he was and promises himself that he’ll stop wasting time. He promises himself he’ll be productive and do something useful.
Then he sits down on the couch, watches TV, and eats snacks until he falls asleep. Just like me.