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Everyday Drabbles #211: The Old Battlefield

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Everyone said the old battlefield was haunted. But the farmer had been delayed getting supplied in town, and the road was full of bandits. She chose between possible ghosts and certain humans.
She was just past the rusting hulk of an old power armor when she spotted the demon. The small, crimson face leered at her from behind a fuselage. She looked closer.
The red face and glowing eyes were a mask. Behind it was a child, shaking in fear.
She brought the girl home, fed and clothed her. And in the morning, the world seemed a little less haunted.

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Everyday Drabbles #210: Sealskin

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Dan found the coat in the back of his mother-in-law’s closet, a week after the funeral. Tabby was still a mess. Her mother had been her only living relative. He took it upon himself to get her house ready for sale.
He’d never seen Ursula wear the sealskin coat, so he added it to the donation pile.
When he saw the story about the live gray seal captured in a charity shop, he thought it a curiosity, but didn’t connect the dots until his wife rushed out to save the poor woman who’d tried on her mother’s skin.

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Everyday Drabbles #209: Personal Digital Assistant

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“Cassandra, tell me the weather,” He demanded of the device perched on his desk. It sat like a round white ball on the nearly black wood, spoiling the effect with trailing wires. He hated the thing, but his wife had insisted upon keeping it. ‘I’m gone half the time, and you need a woman around to tell you what to do,’ she’d joked.
The thing chimed, and a pair of tiny blue lights flared in recognition.
“In Tartarus, it is cloudy. Again. As ever.”
Hades glared at the oracle’s skull. The modern makeover hadn’t done anything to fix her sass.

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Everyday Drabbles #208: Haunted Forest

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The forest was haunted. That was an indisputable fact. The foliage grew into monstrous shapes. Paths seemed to bend in upon themselves unnaturally, and howling wind could be heard even on calm days.
The ghosts were those of trees and the small animals that lived there, and they did not understand how to frighten humans.
Indeed, tourists flocked to the ‘spooky forest,’ to take pictures of trees shaped likes skulls and record the sound of the mysterious wind in the branches.
It wasn’t until a hiker slipped and broke his neck that the ghosts learned what humans really found terrifying.

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Podcast – Everyday Drabbles Audio #4: Dragon Friend

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Today’s story is “Dragon Friend.”
Written, read, and produced by Hugh J. O’Donnell.
Musical track is “Deep Lands (Part 2)” by Dark Fantasy Studio, composed and produced by Nicolas Jeudy.
Thanks for listening!

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Everyday Drabbles #206 – Rope Trick

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The rope hung before him, suspended in the air in defiance of logic and gravity. It stretched as far up as he could see, into the blue haze.
He gave it a few experimental tugs, gently at first, then harder. It held.
Overcome by curiosity, he climbed up the rope. He climbed for hours, until, exhausted, he reached the end of his rope and found himself back where he’d started.
He eased himself off the rope and onto solid ground. He was home. Or was he? He took a few minutes to rest, then set out to explore once again.

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Everyday Drabbles: Snowball Festival

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When the first snows fell on the high mountains, the villagers living in the valley prepared for the Snowball Festival. They built ramps and barriers along the lower slopes of the mountain, and moved vulnerable people to second and third-story shelters.
Then they held their collective breath and waited.
In the towns at the top of the high mountains, when the first snows fell, the people frolicked in the wintry weather. They threw snowballs and built snowmen and never spared a thought for the snowballs that rolled down the mountain, growing and growing until they hit the village below.

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