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This was my entry in the Whimsy microfiction contest for July. Whimsy invites writers to create a story exploring a whim and including an object. For this one, my whim was The Cryptid Conundrum. My object was a pepper grinder. Enjoy! *** “Fresh ground pepper?” X1’s tentacles clapped in delight. “Yes, please!” X2 chimed in…
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“Oh, he’s in there, all right,” Harry whispered to his best friend, Jimmy, as they huddled in the bushes, peering out between spiky twigs at the building across the street. “He’s in there, and he’s got another one.” Jimmy shifted impatiently, his knees aching from kneeling on the ground for so long. “No way it’s…
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A gentleman entered an establishment. He reviewed the situation and hunkered down at the sideboard. “Taverner, kindly provide me with a flagon of lager,” he expressed to the mixologist. “Assuredly, master,” the mixologist announced. The gentleman received the flagon from the mixologist and imbibed a hearty gulp. Forthwith, he heeded an intonation. “I appreciate your…