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R is for Runabout Race

R is for Runabout Race

The faded sign on the door simply said ‘Welcome to the Ball Pit.’ The door had been welded to the frame, bolted and draped with locked chains. With the partially lit hallway, it was clear that this supposed to be found. Vicky stared at the door, puzzled, “we have a ball pit?” “Apparently,” Kyle said. Avera came running over hefting a massive locked metal bound book, “Doesn’t this look one of those legendary Pandora Books?” “Never saw one, isn’t that…

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Q is for Quantum Express

Q is for Quantum Express

Kyle sat behind the counter at Particle Wave Emitters and Tableware reading the day’s newspaper. It was his first break, and the store was currently empty. The morning rush had bought all the forks and B-type Particle Wave Emitters in stock. When he had last manned this particular store, it has been the C-spine Wave Emulators and knifes. The newspaper kept his mind off wondering what the guests did with the stuff they bought at this store. He didn’t know…

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P is for Provocateur

P is for Provocateur

Vicky stood in front of Fog Machines and Musty Maps. She silently observed the sea of guests that had formed in a matter of minutes. She could have shouted and still not detected over the commotion this crowd made. Not that she could understand anything that the mob was saying; of the snatched fragments she could hear, none of it sounded comprehensible. They all swayed to and fro in time to some unheard beating rhythm. Possible theories welled up through…

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O is for Outreach Program

O is for Outreach Program

Avera sat cross legged on the sill of the large bay window in the back corner of the break room. Small, with a few tables and chairs, couch, a counter with a sink and cupboards that lined the wall, and a small ice box in the corner. The window sported a beautiful view of the mountains off in the distance. But more importantly, it was empty. This had everything to do that no one knew it existed, which was all…

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N is for Nautical Entrepreneur

N is for Nautical Entrepreneur

Vicky kept both eyes the young man dressed all in black. Pants, boots, cape, shirt, fancy hat and tie, all complementary shades of black. In the regulars who came to the Market, he was dressed rather plainly and would have gone unnoticed had it not been the fluid grace of a cat as he maneuvered up and down the aisles and around other customers. He also knew just when to avert eye contact. Every time. She knew that he knew…

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Halfway through A to Z

Halfway through A to Z

Only two more weeks to go… 13 more shorts to go… and I’ve only got one of them pre-written. It’s going to be a full on mad dash from here to the end. Please pardon the mostly non-edited stories at this point. This has been quite fun so far. I just wish I had more time to visit other blogs also doing this crazy month long project. At least it’s getting me writing again. And then I can go back…

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M is for Monster Truck

M is for Monster Truck

The monster truck fished-tailed as Kyle slide over from the passenger seat while grabbing Avera’s shoulder with a sharp tug. “What are you doing?” Avera shouted over the roar of the steam through the triple stoked boilers that fueled the turbine engine. She overcorrected without taking her foot off the petal, sending them into a series of spins. The vehicle lifted up onto two wheels, threatening to roll over completely before slamming into the side of MacSweeny’s with a metal…

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L is for Lost Child

L is for Lost Child

A two-way crackled to life. “Avera, wake up. I know you’re sleeping on the car tires.” Avera fumbled for the radio clipped to her belt. “Nuu…I’m not,” she replied in its general direction, her voice groggy. She wiped away a line of drool that had escaped and blew her hair out of her face. “Yes, you are,” came the reply. “I can see you from here.” The girl jumped up, knocking several tires over. “Yes, what is going on?” she…

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K is for Kudzu Knights

K is for Kudzu Knights

BUT THESE ARE SECRETS THAT NO MERE MORTAL SHOULD KNOW. Kyle stood thoughtfully along the edge the Market’s roof while watching the paved lots below him, “That makes sense, but would you tell me anyway?” IT IS IN THE REALM OF POSSIBILITY. IT WOULD BE ENTERTAINING. He hung a foot out into the open air as though he was about to walk up a flight of invisible stairs, “Entertaining to who?” MYSELF. “Figures.” A wisp of smoke in the air…

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J is for Jack

J is for Jack

Vicky slowed into a walk after a hard run after her coworker, Avera. The older employee had been given her a tour of the Market when she had stopped suddenly and announced that today was the day and tore off down a hallway that Vicky was sure hadn’t been there moments earlier. “Avera, what’s going on?” Vicky panted, “how are you so fast?” Avera ignored her, her entire focus on a section of the hallway she had abruptly stopped at….

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