[Fiction Practice] Burned versus Bought

“Oh, cool! You have Whole Blood! May I?” With a nod, she looked over the album and continued. “I haven’t been able to find physical copies of any B-Bags CDs! I resorted to buying their discography digitally.”
“Yeah, I lucked out and got it from the thrift store. I’m not sure why they haven’t remastered any B-Bags albums yet in a nice set. Maybe they wanted to move on after reforming as the Ketchup Packets?”

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[Fiction Practice] Edge of Nowhere

“Train’s running late.”
“Yeah, Sam, and normally there are at least some people here at this stop.”
“It’s weird, Jane. This’s the last post outta 174′ in rush-year traffic. What day is it?”
“It’s five past October. No holidays come to mind in the Neuro. Weird.”
Two salarywomen chat about their delayed train at the 29th post of the FP-line, exiting the 174-9-Ughbug Space Colony for the 309-29-Suburbs, when one will step out onto the tracks.

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[Fiction Practice] “Good Cop/ROI Cop”

“He just punched you in the face!”
The bruised cop rubbed her chin while assessing the unassuming suspect.
“Now then, I hypothesize you must be weighing the benefits of running versus surrendering. Are you calculating your abilities to outrun us? Considering your economic gains by selling these stolen goods? If you don’t resist arrest, we’ll go easy on you and I’ll just consider the punch a temporarily depreciating investment. Otherwise, your assets might run dry!”

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[Fiction Practice] Returning Back Home

“What was that, Float?”
“Let’s race there!”
The two childhood friends already drove through hours of forest to arrive at that rest stop. They could see hints of their destination, still over two hours away, through the mountains. The suited man driving a white sports car revved his engine before the stylish man revved his red muscle car louder.
“How about to the next rest stop, Quest?”
“Yeah, no harm in pushing it… a little.”

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[Fiction Practice] In The Fridge?

“I’m so hungry. Sam, what’s in your fridge?” “Good question. So I have some soda if you’d like some, it’s kinda flat since it’s been in there for a little bit, and some orange juice that I just got the other day, or a bottle of water that’s nice and cold since it’s been in there for a while with the usual assortment of condiments above that such as ketchup, mustard, relish, and barbeque sauce…”

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[Fiction Practice] Forgive Dr. Sun

Someone must have seen him enter in through the window of their idyllic cottage, because the police were at the door almost before their sirens. “Pewter, darling! It’s so good to see you!” The illuminating doctor stumbled through the living room to where his wife sat with a stack of term papers. “Nectar… you shouldn’t be here, especially not with-” “Police, open up! We know Dr. Sun is inside! Surrender the rock now or-” “Alright!”

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[Fiction Practice] Why’s It Full?

“I’m thinking of going on a road trip in Ruby today. The weather forecast says the rain will start tomorrow. It’s a shame. We’ve been having such nice weather lately. So where would you like to go?” The husband sipped on his coffee. The wife shuffled, turned away, then put a napkin over her breakfast. “Oh, honey, I think I’ll pass on this one.” “Come on, babe.” “It’s just, that car… something’s weird about it.”

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[Fiction Practice] Soaking In Fear

A nice, relaxing soak in the bathtub after a long day at work. A candle resting on the rim of the tub burned off the scent of sweat and decay that lingered in the tightly locked bathroom. Music played softly from the phone resting beside the bathtub. There was a slight skip. The music continued at a slower pace. Then the music stopped completely. She opened her eyes and saw the glowing eyes of someone.

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[Fiction Practice] The Poor Guy

“The poor guy.”
The park was lively, except for the grim area the two women were approaching. “Yeah, it’s still a shocker two months later. What a pillar to the community. It’s too bad they weren’t able to clean up all the blood. How long were they trying? At least a couple weeks?” They arrived at the tree. The nearby concrete was still stained with blood.
A sudden rattling.
“They can’t clean up my blood!”

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[Fiction Practice] “Forgot The Trash!”

“Ahhh!” The alarm sounded just before the killer struck. “Oops! Forgot to take out the trash. Better get to it now. I’ll run out of time again in the morning…” She paused the movie on a disturbing still, dragged the trash can to the door, put on a heavy coat and boots, placed her keys and mace in her right coat pocket, grabbed the trash bag with her left hand, and left her comfortable apartment.

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