Tiny Stories: Vacated Atmosphere

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Priscilla wasn’t a foolish woman, she knew full well that alcohol was a bad prescription for the depression that ailed her but it was a necessary evil to help keep her personal demons at bay.

What wasn’t necessary was the incessant song of nightingales that dragged her from a drunken stupor, and even though she was barely lucid, Priscilla knew that her husband was gone. The vacated atmosphere of the tiny one bedroom apartment was undeniable and final.

It was the exact same feeling as when her father abandoned her as a young child, which forced her into the foster care system that shattered her brittle spirit.

Some people simply weren’t meant to be loved, and what good was love anyway if the person you attached your happiness, hopes and dreams to could walk away so easily?

But she’d show them, show them all how it felt to be left behind. Her plan was to drink herself to death so then they, all the theys who ever abandoned her, would have to choke on her vacated atmosphere.

Tiny Stories: Behind The Veil of Perfection

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For eons, all we had ever known was peace, happiness, and contentment, but Willa Simonson, nosy parker and malcontent that she was, decided it was her right as a free thinker to peek behind the veil of perfection to see if there was more to life than gaiety and tranquility.

And when she tinkered with the machinery that ran the universe, that was the day the Garden of Magnificence began to crumble to dust all around us, ruining paradise for everyone.

Thanks a lot, Willa.

Tiny Stories: Disappearing Act

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Funny how the mind worked and how sometimes the most obvious connections went overlooked.

Case in point: I only realized that my girlfriend, Melanie Houdini, was related to the famed magician and entertainer, Harry, after I asked her to marry me and she disappeared in a puff of smoke like a fart through hemp pajamas.

But she didn’t leave empty handed, though. I noticed that the engagement ring had vanished as well. Lesson learned for not doing a background check before blowing two months salary on a piece of jewelry.

Tiny Stories: It Wasn’t Always Like This

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It wasn’t always like this.

I wasn’t always like this.

I remember a time when I wore a younger man’s face, when I discovered what true happiness was, when the word love took on a whole new meaning, when the world finally made sense.

When you were still alive.

Tiny Stories: Extension of Me

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 I am beside myself

Where was the dividing line between genius and madness? Between passion and obsession? Somewhere within that neutral zone was where my father spent most of his life.

He was born with an inquisitive mind and his thirst for knowledge led him down the trail of the sciences. Not contented to mimic the old world experiments of his mentors and colleagues, he struck out on his own and carved a new path into the exploration of what he called the human genome.

The scientific community, responsible for the breakthroughs that propelled the human race to the top of the food chain, was also surprisingly close-minded when it came to new concepts that could not be proven by old mathematics. Thus was my father mercilessly mocked, ridiculed and labeled a mad scientist for his preposterous theories of designing the perfect human being in utero and supplanting the Almighty by replicating life within a test tube.

Despite being dismissed as a lunatic, he was a stubborn and dedicated man who continued his research even as his health declined. It was not until his deathbed that my father, branded a failure his entire life, finally found success.

And now I am beside myself.

Tiny Stories: The Special Gift

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Once upon a time there lived a woman who was born an ordinary parcel, but deep down inside she knew that she was a special gift.

Her dream was to be delivered to a purchaser in a far off land of opportunity, somewhere lush like America, where she could trade in her dull brown kraft paper packaging for expensive, ornate gift-wrapping tied in a beautiful silk ribbon bow.

She placed herself in catalog after catalog, listing herself at the price she thought she was worth, and she received many offers that attempted to apply coupons to get her at a reduced price, but she held strong until she finally met a buyer who was willing to pay full retail value.

Her head swam with visions of her new and better life as she was being shipped to the destination that inhabited her fantasies, but those dreams were soon dashed upon the rocks the day her delivery was refused.

Now she was a mail order bride, returned to sender.

Tiny Stories: A Love Artificial

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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: 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

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

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.