FLUFFY

Fluffy
by Mariev Finnegan. Erie Matriarch

“I’m not putting up with it,” I raged, “Fluffy! They have no right to call me Fluffy!”
“They do have the right. Humanity engaged in class-states, wars; we destroyed our own planet. They can call us whatever they want,” Snookums said.

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Gone Fishing

That old unreliable outboard motor suddenly surged forward throwing me overboard while I was still tying off the cord on the disgusting smelly chum bag.
I could feel the nylon cord tightening around my ankles as I was being dragged through the murky deep, fish guts steadily leaking from the hessian bag when I came to the harrowing realisation that I was now human bait.

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Point of View

The monster crouched in the boy’s closet, awaiting the darkness of the deep hours that would soften his appearance, shadow his most grotesque features. He had been lonely for so long; perhaps tonight he would finally make a friend.

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Funny Man

The crowd went wild, hooting and whistling, as the comedian, flashing his trademark sideways grin, took a bow and left the stage. He returned, alone, to his dressing room and the revolver that softly whispered to him night after night.

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She

She shone, brilliant as the sun. I, Ill-content to simply bask in her warmth, donned my wax wings for a closer look.

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