Picture Prompt 03: Ferret; “Untitled”

I snapped the picture through the car window and sighed. Fourth effing ferret this week! I grabbed the purse through the open window and saw the Lovecraft book. Good Lord. Pseudo-intellectuals are entering the illegal ferret trade? With a pink purse?I slipped the little guy out of his home, removed the gold pen from his little clawed hands and gave him a popsicle stick to play with instead. I put ...
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March FADness: Picture Prompt: 03/27/2008; Untitled (997 Words)

“It’s got me!” Bob howled.The others laughed. Becca stepped forward and gently pried the little lizard’s teeth off Bob’s finger and deposited it, wriggling, into a specimen pouch.“That’s the last one,” Professor Parker said. “Let get back to the truck.”Becca, Bob and Verne all nodded. Linda retrieved the specimens. Bob picked up the food pack and the others got their respective backpacks.“Good s...
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March FADness: 03/26/2008: Click Clack Moo; “Farmer Brown’s Secret” (551 Words)

Farmer Brown's SecretThe big man with the fluffy white hair shook his head, mane bouncing. “I don’t know how you do it, Farmer Brown.”Farmer Brett Brown shrugged, and smiled at Bessie. “I don’t either, Mr. Vice President. But our lady cows have the latest in technology.”Mr. Vice President, who Bessie knew was called Dick Cheney, laughed. “Technology can solve many problems! What are you using?”“Mo...
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March FADness: 03/25/2008: Postman; “The Letter” (737 Words)

The Letter“Did you see this?” Martin asked.“See what?” Sal responded, not looking up from his laptop.“This letter,” Martin answered in a sing-song voice, flapping it back and forth in the air.“Dude. I’m under deadline!” Sal snapped.“Fine, fine,” Martin said airily, not surprised at Sal’s waspishness. “Princess.”Sal snorted.Martin walked into the kitchen. “I’m gonna start dinner, okay babe?” he cal...
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March FADness: 03/24/2008: First Line, “Sirens” (999 Words)

SirensNick had considered himself a lucky guy, until now. He pressed his hand against his partner’s throat, blood pooling up around his fingers in a warm flood.“Come on, Sally, hang on, dammit!” He thumbed his radio again. “Sampson, hurry up! I’m gonna lose her!”“We’re en route!” Sampson’s voice snapped back, the siren sharp in the background. “Just keep pressure on it!”Nick heard the gurney wheel...
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March FADness: 03/23/2008: Beauty; “Dear Dad” (717 Words)

Dear DadIt’s been thirty-five years since I married her. I know every freckle on her face. They’re like stars, these freckles, you should see them. They’re not white, like stars are, but they’re just as thick as the Milky Way, especially across her nose. Her nose is tiny, sort of pointy, and when she’s tense she gets pimples around the sides of it. (Don’t tell her I said that, she’ll kill me.)Jana...
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March FADness: 03/22/2008: Inheritance; Untitled (998 Words)

Sasha waited outside the County Courthouse building. The session ended twenty minutes ago, but everyone was still inside. He scrubbed a shaking hand across his face, trying to remain calm. The sheen of sweat smeared across his cheeks and stung his eyes. He blinked furiously, trying not to tear up.His uncle Nikolai was the first out of the door, followed by his lawyer, Mr. Jenkins. Sasha shra...
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March FADness: 03/21/2008: Deadzone; “The Rescue” (684 Words)

The Rescue“Stay behind me,” Fernando snapped. He caught Adana’s wrist. “It’s not safe here.”Her eyes flew to his face and she stepped back obediently. “But it’s empty,” she protested softly.He glanced down at her. “No, mija. It’s not.”She paled and fell silent. He smiled at her and turned back to the stairs. The door at the top stood closed. He felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck and swal...
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FFC Story for 03/21/2008, Spring: “Spring” (997 Words)

This story is my entry for the Spring Theme Carnival. The theme is "Spring." I hope you enjoy!SpringWinter stayed late the year Tia Maria died, as though the mountains themselves mourned her passing, and the wind and sky also. They say she died without an heir and that the People will suffer, but I don’t believe them. I know better. Little Ana was born that frozen night when Tia Maria breathed her...
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March FADness: 03/20/2008: Judas Kiss; Untitled (996 Words)

Phylar looked back at the slumbering form in the bed. Jonesh curled around the pillows, her long black curls askew across the sheets. Phylar slipped the keys from the table and shrugged into his robe. He took one final look around at the chamber he’d spent the last four years living in, and shut the door.He ran down the hallway. This was the only danger: that some guard, zealous and careful, would...
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