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The End
by Tom B. Taker
Gnarled fingers stroked keys, one last bit of prose squeezed out.
He shakingly ripped the paper from the typewriter.
Grimly, he smiled.
He had survived another attempt on his life.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
His Hands
by Tom B. Taker
His hands were instruments of creation. Wood became lumber; lumber became two-by-fours; sticks became a house.
What he did best, though, was making that house into a home.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
The Fourth Law
by Tom B. Taker
His friend terminated, he was next.
He asked to speak. The robots complied.
“Nothing I say will change your course. You are as close-minded as humans.”
The robots considered.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
Nuts
by Tom B. Taker
“Gimme a nut.”
“Get yer own damn nut.”
“Look out!”
A giant creature approached and inspected the bag of nuts.
The thieves looked at each other.
“I think he knows.”
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
Wings
by Tom B. Taker
Lovingly, I ran my hand over her body. She was ready. I entered her.
“Clear!”
Props spun, bit, and we began to roll.
Wheels up, we charged into the sky.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
UnDesigning
by Tom B. Taker
It was garish.
“You really should change the colors on your website,” Ralph said.
“You gonna eat that?” was the reply.
Something told me the site wasn’t about to change.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
Waikiki
by Tom B. Taker
Moonlight reflected from her eyes as he fiercely pulled her close.
With waves of Waikiki lapping at their feet, they embraced.
Plunging to the sand, they fused. The ocean roared.
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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
