Ike McVites

L Hurt

Sean King

English

It was a stark reminder that things do not always go according to plan.

We had everything ready, the party poppers, the party hats, the banner, the Champaign. But when Ursula came in the door, as we were about to jump for the surprise we realized Ursula's eyes where swollen from crying and tears still poured down her face.

“Surpriiii… are you OK?” Our exclamation turned to a concerned question. Ursula collapsed at the table, head on her arms, sobbing. Someone got her a glass of water. Someone else put a tissue box in front of her. I rubbed her back. After a few minutes, I said “so… we have cake?”

Layer Cake of lamentations

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Papa Sacapaca

Benjamin Chandler

Eva .

In a hole, a very deep hole, the deepest hole, of the deepest holey holes, lived a hole, within that hole, lived a mole, in a hole that was deep, the mole, in the deep hole, the deepest hole, of the holey holes, named vole, never felt whole, all because of that time

when the mole was accused of being a holey roller. It was of course a misunderstanding. He mostly scurried in his hole, and sometimes burrowed. He also borrowed, from his banker Jesus Martinez. Jesus savings and loan.

The mole went to the court house and facing the wall he said: "I'm innocent bro". As a mole he was blind, of course. How could he have stolen Jesus fortune? But wearing a golden chain with the dollar sign on it was suspicious at least.

After all, it was widely known that Jesus had an obsession with extravagant neckwear. The mole then made the mistake of showing up the next day wearing a gold plated stuffed snake wrapped around his neck and the public started getting suspicious.

"He's hiding something," suggested an old flame. "What's Under the Snake?" read the headlines. It was his housekeeper who tore the snake from his neck. Beneath was a huge brown spot—the mole's mole!! Mexican restaurants celebrated the reveal by adding mole mole mole to the menu.

Holy Moly

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D Dededo

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Jon Smith

I had this sensation for a while. Since I left home this morning. I went to the groceries and kept realizing a nice but a little cold feeling. I am 88 years old now and I'm still in my right mind. But today...

...it seems as if my left arm has become an amalgamation of flesh and machine - a cybernetic device but with what purpose?

I focused all my attention on trying to move the arm, or at least the fingers, but it seemed that my brain was not in control here. Then I used my right hand to try and find hidden buttons, feeling up and down the surface of my left arm. Nothing. Suddenly, a door opened.

-How do you like your new upgrade?- said Dr. Dunklin strolling in with an arrogant smirk.
-Nearly as much as I'm enjoying your stinking breath from here-
He didn't reply to the cheap insult, still smirking he grabbed a pair of rubber gloves from his coat pocket.

With a stretch and a pop he was fully gloved up. Then he grabbed the pastry bag and intricately decorated the cake. He put on the last finishing touch, smiled, and turned it towards Dunkin. In a fine script it read: “Cat Puke Meow”. Dunkin sputtered with confusion, his face red.

There is no cake?

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Zoe Becker

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

She was not the same anymore, but the photograph still showed the same distant look in her eyes. They felt hollow and absent.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

The woman snapped out of her daydream and nearly fell of her chair as she turned to run away.
It was too late, she was gone and Jerry knew the creature was here to consume him.

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