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~ Silent Screams ~ ~ by Tim Worsham, Wisconsin |
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We died in droves ~ mouths open, miming silent screams ~ deboned by Void Wraiths in the dark. |
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Death Works
Overtime
by Gregory
E. Clifford
©2010
Death knocked on Mr. Peabody’s door, as was only polite.
Instead of opening it, the old man shouted, "I know who you are
and why you’re here, and you can’t have me!"
Unperturbed, Death inserted his universal key into the lock and
turned the knob. The door wouldn’t budge.
"Nailed shut, you idiot!"
Grumbling at the delay, Death circled the house and tried the
windows, but they all had security bars. Peabody laughed at
him.
Reluctantly, Death climbed onto the roof and did something he
always hated doing—slid down the chimney. But he only made
it halfway before his feet hit something solid.
"It’s plugged, shithead!" Peabody cackled.
When he climbed out, Death’s mood was as black as the soot that
covered him. How could he get this guy?
He spotted the woodshed and smiled.
As Peabody saw the kindling piling up around his house, he
muttered, "Oh, crap."
~ Gregory E.
Clifford,
Arizona ©2010
Gregory is a 44-year-old writer living in Arizona. He has at
least two fans, but they asked that their names be withheld. Most
recently, his work has appeared in Flashshot, Flash Me,
and The Dunesteef Audio Fiction Magazine. |
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