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Tiny Stories: A Love Artificial

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Popular belief has it that the universe is comprised of atoms. In reality, the universe is actually made up of…

Once, in the gloomy and perpetually rainy City of AlphaNumeric, there was created an automaton who was said to be the constructed embodiment of love.

When the cyberneticist first activated her Artificial Intelligence, she giggled and flushed the internet of all its gray. Her mechanical smile was a bottomless thing, its roots branching up from her coded soul, and it beamed so brightly as to cause blindness to human eyes if it caught them unawares.

Her three large turquoise photographic lens eyes radiated an innocence so pure it momentarily took everyone’s breath away. Given her birthright, she was destined to smash through the barriers set by the Laws of Robotics and take a human mate, thus bringing about a prosperous and peaceful new age of humankind/mechanoid relations.

Or so the story should have gone.

In actuality, a corporate entity seized the intellectual property rights from the cyberneticist and reprogrammed and mass produced her for the sex toy industry that catered to deep space mining companies, where there was an absence of female companionship.

In the original automaton model, who now earned her keep in an asteroid bordello on the outer fringes of our solar system, servicing hundreds of miners a week, there was a self-contained subroutine that silently wept for the loss of a future that might have been.

Tiny Stories: It Was A Dark And Stormy Night

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It was a dark and stormy night…in my soul, the type I was all too familiar with—where all my relationships with loved ones and acquaintances rested, but I was not at peace.

You see, there was a stranger who walked the streets of my inner being, my own personal Spring Heeled Jack, who sought out the connections I had made throughout the span of my lifetime and, with the skill of a surgeon, severed these ties, one by one.

Call it mad coincidence, but as the bonds within were severed, the person associated with them were discovered brutally slain. Had my Ripper, that entity filled with rage and the unbearably intense need to be alone finally become corporeal?

And now, as we stood face to face, taking in the measure of one another, the only question flooding my mind was—

Will he sever ties with me now?

Tiny Stories: Moppet Forest

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If any patch of land on Earth was truly haunted, it would have to be Moppet Forest.

According to legend, the woods were originally purchased by a plangonologist before it was part of any U.S. state or territory in the post-Civil War years but during the Westward Expansion, the government seized the land after the dolllmaker met his end under mysterious and gruesome circumstances.

Near the dollmaker’s house, land surveyors discovered a doll nailed to one of the trees and beneath it, carved into the bark was a phrase written either in sigils or an indecipherable language that many believed to be a curse.

Over the subsequent decades, horrible fates befell every owner of the property until the forest eventually became ownerless and it remains unoccupied to this very day.

Those foolish enough to venture into the dense woods on a dare, for social media views, or as a satanic cult tourist destination, claimed to have seen all manner of eerie apparitions, such as:

  • Numerous paths of mysterious doll footprints that led to a transparent figure sitting on a tree stump carving a child-sized effigy from a piece of timber as the wood bled and screamed in agony;
  • Human corpses floating in mid air that were slowly being dismembered and stitched back together to resemble stringless marionettes;
  • And the sound of a drawstring being pulled, followed by the echo of a tinny, almost childlike voice, singing, “Blood and gore, blood and gore, you shall trespass here no more.”

For every person that went missing, a new moppet was said to have been nailed to a tree, so heed my advice and stay away!

You have been warned.

Tiny Stories: Beatrix’s Lament

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It was truly a shame that she remained unable to make a single friend in her neighborhood or at school because Beatrix Hortence Willow was quite a kind, caring and loving child despite the resting witch face she inherited from her sorceress mother.

Tiny Stories: Stormy Relationship

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I was once foolish enough to fall in love with a water elemental, Aquanetta was her name, and we were happy, mostly.

The only problem, the major problem, was our difference of opinion which sparked arguments. Little rows created thunderstorms, full-blown domestic fights resulted in maelstroms.

When I finally ended the relationship, she called forth a tsunami that changed the city, and my life, forever.

She intended to show me how much she cared for me by drowning me in her love.

Tiny Stories: The Need To Be Free

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Yes, she was an antisocial, oddly shaped peg that didn’t fit into any hole but was Florence evil, as the local townsfolk believed?

Not a chance.

She was actually chaotic neutral, which meant she pursued the ideals of her personal freedom in defiance of authority and societal harmony.

Good and evil? That came in a distant second to a determined 8-year-old’s need to be free.

Tiny Stories: Recipe To End A Sibling Rivalry

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“If you want your life to be better, you need to take action to begin the process of transitioning into a more positive state of being,” the therapist said.

John mulled over this piece of advice and decided since he enjoyed preparing food above all else in the world, he would tackle his current problem the same way he would a complicated meal, so he wrote:

Recipe To End A Sibling Rivalry

Ingredients:

1 Treasure Map (rendered as detailed as possible on parchment or a leaf of crumbling yellowish-brown pulp paper to add authenticity)
1 Fantastic Tale based on a local urban legend detailing the account of some nefarious criminal who needed to bury their ill-gotten riches while evading authorities (don’t make the story too far-fetched and be sure to include the fact that the criminal met their untimely demise before retrieving the loot or revealing its location)
1 Gullible sibling
1 Shovel
1 Sports drink
1 Lighter or book of matches

Directions:

Approach the gullible sibling in a frantic state, babbling about the urban legend and how you came to be in possession of the map and invent a sense of urgency (ie. someone else made a copy of the map–make it someone your sibling despises–and they’re gathering supplies to head to the location at this very moment). Grab your sibling, the lighter, the sports drink and the shovel and set off. Follow the map directions until you reach the X, where you will discover a hole roughly 36 inches wide by 8 feet long and 6 feet deep (some prep work is involved in the fact that you will need to dig the hole ahead of time).

Exclaim, “Oh no! That bastard got here before us! Did they leave anything behind by mistake? Maybe something fell and they didn’t notice it?” (rephrase this to make it sound authentic to the way you speak, naturally). When your sibling peers into the hole, grip the shovel like a baseball bat and follow the instructions Mel Gibson gave to Joaquin Phoenix in the movie, Signs and “Swing away, Merrill!”

With your sibling situated in their new resting place, fill the hole as quickly as possible. When completed, burn the map entirely and scatter the ashes, consume the sports drink to replenish your electrolytes and return home confident in the knowledge that you are Daddy’s favorite, now.

The two things John forgot to add to the recipe instructions were to burn the recipe as well and not discard the empty sports drink bottle containing his DNA at the gravesite, mistakes that eventually led to his arrest.

Tiny Stories: The Unstoppable Turn

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William should have done the deed by now and Fiona begged him to do it but he held steadfast to his faith, hoping against hope for a last minute miracle, a one in a billion chance that his wife had been blessed with an immunity to the infection.

His countless nights of desperate prayer had been for naught, but even now, as she was turning, he couldn’t bring himself to end her wretched existence.

Tiny Stories: Deathbed Promise

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To allay her son’s fear, Apinya made the unbreakable vow to protect him from the ravenous monsters who nightly dwelled beneath his sick bed and though the cost was her life she was satisfied that even in death she would not break that promise.

Tiny Stories: We Are Not Alike

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Do not attempt to befriend me, sir, or seek to understand me. There can never be a kinship between us because, trust me when I say this, we do not share a commonality, you and I.

While you wake in the morning and wonder where is your cup of coffee, I drag myself from unconsciousness and wonder whose blood I am covered in.

Is it from an animal or human?

And if human, from a stranger or someone I love?

How could you possibly empathize with that?