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RICHARD PANNBACKER: Dogs

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A man sits in an overstuffed chair in the middle of a room. There is nothing else in the room except for about twenty dogs, most of them barking. There is a loaded revolver beside the chair.

Once a day the man gets up and shoots one of the dogs.

Richard Pannbacker is a retired biochemist/teacher/sheepfarmer living in Manhattan, Kansas. He writes short stories, short short stories and still shorter seven-line flash fiction. He is the winner of the 22nd Annual “Kansas Voices” short story contest and has had short stories accepted by Pill Hill Press and The Right-Eyed Deer.

Crime Scene Instigators

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Today we’ve got too many professional law-upholders sittin’ at home, out of a job. Why? ‘Cause they do their work too well! Nobody treats crime like business anymore. It’s a risk versus reward thing.

That’s why I got a government bank account and a brand-new job description: increase the reward.

Ta-Da!

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“Watch closely, folks! I’m about to make this volunteer completely disappear!”

It happened with a flash and a bang. The volunteer was nowhere to be seen.

After the show, the magician found the volunteer under the stage. As planned, the fireworks had perfectly disguised the gunshot.

This never got old.

This story was based on a suggestion from @danzama.

ADAM GIANFORCARO: The Burial

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One shot is all it takes. He is dead.

Her blouse is wet with blood. Her cigarette rests between her swollen lips as she drags him through the dead leaves with a shovel in hand. She doesn’t cry until she drops his limp body in the hole.

His collar jingles.

Adam is a student at Rowan University and plans on graduating in December 2010. He is an avid writer, concentrating on contemporary adult fiction and concrete poetry. He is currently working on a collection of selected poems, revising and perfecting the prose. His website is adamgpoetry.tumblr.com.

Instahaunt

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Sigmund dove for cover, gunshots ringing in his ears.

“Hello,” said Carl’s ghost.

“Girly scream!” said Sigmund.

“You just killed me,” said Carl’s ghost.

“…Sorry?” squeaked Sigmund.

Carl’s ghost shrugged.

“Blam!” said Carl’s partner’s gun as it shot Sigmund.

“Girly scream!” said Carl’s partner.

“I’m really hungry,” said Carl’s ghost.

TIM SEVENHUYSEN: It Wouldn’t Be So Bad

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“If I ever turn into a vampire, will you kill me?”

“Sure thing, babe.”

“I wouldn’t want you to, you know. I’d want to bite you so you became a vampire, too.”

“I know, babe.”

“Then we’d become vampires together! We might really enjoy that.”

“You’re one already, aren’t you?”

Is It a Metaphor?

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“It’s curtains for you!” growls the thick-necked, heavily tattooed man.

“Excellent! I’ve been waiting all week! I’ve got this big, uncovered window over here, you see.”

“Gotcha. Good place for it.”

“Where do you want me?”

“Just stand in front of it there… Perfect.”

Breaking glass. Long fall. Sudden stop.

Non-Fatal

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He peered over the edge of the bridge.

“Are you sure it won’t snap?”

“It’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Hundreds of people bungie jump here every year.”

“Safely?”

“Stop worrying and jump!”

“Fine.” He jumped.

Her cellphone rang. “What happened!? He’s still alive!”

“Sorry, boss. I couldn’t do it.”