You’re about to enter a store that I go to when I close my eyes. It has merchandise there that is intended to amaze,shock and frighten you.Customer satisfaction is always the highest priority. Come inside,look around,browse a little. If you have any questions,please inquire.And its always open….late.                                                                                 Now…”What can I get for you this evening?”

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Flash Fiction Challenge -The Winning Prize~ #Fandago #FOWC #99-word-fiction

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It didn’t really matter to Warden Jonas who won the fight. As long as he got himself a good show and one less prisoner to feed, that’s all he cared about. Things got dull out here at the Arizona prison camp.  Ain’t nothing but heat and snakes.  This contest between two thirsty men was the only excitement. Jonas would pick two men, throw them in a hot box for a week and then let them at each other’s throats. Damn fools would kill each other for the winning prize.  Some extra paltry meal rations and a bucket of cold water.

(99 words)

Inspired by Charli’s 99 – word fiction prompt for March 21 and Fandago’s FOWC prompt -“Paltry”

 

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50- Word Thursday # 12~The Race #themagicshop #50WordThurs

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Jesus,  Buddha, Allah, Shiva and other deities were sitting around simply bored. They had created everything and Now, they just watched over their universe.

They decided to start challenging themselves to different games for amusement.

Today, they ran along the surface of Mother earth’s oceans in one miraculous race.

(49 words)

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Written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s 50 Word Thursday Prompt

The Mann of Danger~#MarchWriting #Genre-writing

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Secret Agent Rick Mann had been caught once again

By trusting someone who he thought was a friend

He was the spy that always got the job done

Danger to him was just a form of fun

Being held captive was nothing new

It’s happened before when his identity became true

This time he was stopped by the assassins of Dr. Pain

Each one was armed with weapons to injure or maim

Rocket launching ladies and gals with sharp swords

Mann was sure to be heading up to his final rewards

Of course, he escaped avoiding any irrefutable harm

He simply defeated those women with his irresistable charm

 

Inspired by prompts from- The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Writing Challenge# 18 and March Writing Prompts – Rocket launching ladies – Day 21/31

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100WW – Molly’s wonder~#themagicshop #100ww

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“This is a pretty place” Molly said,  her eyes widened with wonder. “I’ve never been here before”.

Stewart smiled down at her.  He loved being able to see her face so closely,  it was angelic.

“Well,  you’re here now” Stewart whispered ” We’re going to see lots of beautiful places”.

Molly gave him a slight smile. They continued to sit there,  oblivious to the state troopers silently walking up behind them.

Up until five hours ago, Molly had never met Stewart. But, he knew her quite well from the playground where he watched her everyday.

Molly would sit with Stewart no more.

(100 words)

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Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.

 

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Genre Challenge #15 ~ Missing Cries #genre-writing #daily-prompt

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It had been five years since Elaine Simmons  had been admitted into Bellevue Memorial psychiatric hospital.  She sat there now in the living area as other non-violent  patients were allowed to walk around freely.  Elaine hadn’t made much progress in her rehabilitation here at the hospital. She was court ordered to be admitted here, after the incident at the ‘Smiles for Awhile’ daycare center drove her clinical insane.

Six years ago, Elaine was a functioning academic professional and business owner.  The “Smiles for a while” daycare center that she owned was quite well-known and successful throughout all of Sussex county.  Parents from all different towns felt comfortable in dropping off their children at a place that was safe, affordable and convenient. Elaine herself was a parent of a twenty-seven year old daughter, Lisa, who also worked at the center.  The interior rooms of the center were decorated in bright,  joyous colors of yellows and pastel blues.  When you walked into the front foyer, (after being cleared by the staff via close-circuit cameras) a large painting of a flourishing green tree welcomed you.  The Words, “It’s time to smile! Won’t you stay with us for a while?”  were written on the tree’s bark.  For 11 years, Elaine took in infants from six months old up to children aged six into a place of pure joy and imagination. Former students (now Teenagers) would often come back to visit, reminiscing about the very special time they had  there. Elaine and her daycare center had made a genuinely positive impact on the lives of many people for years to come.

Then, the babies disappeared.

It was a typical busy Thursday in April when it happened.  The nursery room that watched the babies had five infants being cared for that day by long time employee, Mrs. Rosemarie Jameson.  She was a registered Nurse with a master’s degree in child psychology.   Elaine had hired Rosemarie as her first employee when she initially opened the school simply based on her work experience and bubbly personality.  For years, Rosemarie received nothing but praise and respect from parents for the level of care that she had joyfully given all their children under the age of eight months.

One spring morning,  Rosemarie left the room to go get more diapers from the adjoining supply room.  In multiple accounts and sworn testimonies from Rosemarie before she committed suicide, she had stated that she literally left the room for less than ten minutes. When she returned back with an arm full of diapers, all five cribs were now empty and all the infants had vanished.

It didn’t take long for Elaine Simmons’s world to completely unravel after the news became public. Every possible explanation had been researched, from the criminal to the spiritual. Mountains of forensic evidence were collected. There had been hours of interrogating anyone associated with the daycare center or the infants themselves. It had become a nationwide internet phenomenon that baffled everyone.

The parents of the missing infants were never the same.  After many of them destroyed Elaine financially through legal means, some also acted upon their unanswered pleas for justice. Elaine’s house and car had been vandalized multiple times. She was an outcast in all the towns that had kids in her daycare center, which was now closed by the state.  Lisa, her daughter went missing and had been rumored to be living somewhere else under an assumed name.

The babies were never found.

Today, Elaine sits staring out past the barred window into the hospital’s open yard.  A stream of drool  drips down out of her mouth and into her lap. Her memories are now deluded by various types of psychotropic drugs.  Occasionally, she recalls a place…a place where…. “You could smile for just awhile”.

 

Inspired by The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre-writing prompt #115

O’ Malley’s Day off ~ #MarchWriting #themagicshop #St.Patsday

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Everyone knew of Douglas O’ Malley

The best bartender throughout all of the valley

He mixed any drink with just the right amount of booze

He knew every concoction that a customer would choose

With the speed of a cheetah, he had empty glasses refilled

Miraculously never having a single drop spilled

He showed up every day for his beloved vocation

Never calling out sick or taking a vacation

Ironically, the one time that Douglas would change his hardworking ways

He refused to tend bar on his beloved St. Patrick’s day

O’ Malley’s reasoning was that although his mixing skills were indeed God-given

But, to not drink himself on that March day would be against his religion

 

March Writing Prompt – Douglas O’ Malley – Day 17/31

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#SOCS – Escape #themagicshop

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We are all merely walking prisons

Temporary hosts for our truest forms

Which lie encased in workable shells

The spirit of us escapes through rest

Power down the machine

Eventual slumber arrives to embrace our restlessness

This is when we are truly free

To fly out and embrace the night air

Experiencing life unhinged in its purest essence

Unanchored by limitations of the flesh

Those needs of hollow passions

The lessons of hate through ignorant senses

Purity of our souls is what defines us

Whether it’s a stop for dreams or an eternity with angels

Our life begins when the body shuts down

 

This post is part of SoCS.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 16/19