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Everyday Drabbles #582: Silhouette

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He constructs silhouettes for the wealthy and powerful. They visit his shop in their finery, and he draws their outlines, filling in the center with a solid color.
He does bust portraits for the commons, too. His skill is not out of anyone’s reach. Of course, those portraits lack the embellishments and fine materials his upper-class patrons demand.
At night, he dreams of a faceless mob. Their features are obscured in unbroken black and ivory. He knows they’re searching for him and that they’re hungry.
Every morning, he wakes and opens his studio, ready to bring his dreams to life.

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Everyday Drabbles #581: Trick Xor Treat

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“Everything can be broken down into two modes. On or off, one or zero.” He said, holding the bowl just out of reach.
“Trick or treat is also a binary state. Let’s say that you may get a treat at every stop or get tricked. We can use that data to…”
“For pity’s sake Joe, just give them the candy and let them move on!” A voice called from inside the house. He sighed and dropped something into each bag. The kids debated skipping the computer science professor’s house next year, even if they did give out full-sized candy bars.

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Everyday Drabbles #580: Spooky Music

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I found the instrument in a forgotten corner of my grandparents’ attic. It had to be an antique, with delicate silk hoses and brass buttons set in dark oak. It looked like a cross between an accordion and an octopus.
Once I figured out which end was the mouthpiece, I tried a few notes. The instrument’s tone was otherworldly. It was spooky but a little sweet. I lost track of time playing it.
I looked up to see my grandfather standing at the attic stairs, an unreadable expression on his face.
That was odd because he’d died five years ago.

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Everyday Drabbles #579: Abandoned Town

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Once a year, the abandoned town comes to life again.
On Main Street, the boarded-up shops blaze with light. Their windows fill with marvelous displays of fantastical goods.
The houses on the hill all suck in their sagging porches and flex their rotting siding. The pavements and sidewalks smooth themselves as best they can, hiding the worst cracks and potholes.
Some people believe that anything loved for long enough gains a soul, but the town did not know itself until it was alone.
For one night under the autumn moon, the town remembers habitation. But the streets are still empty.

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Everyday Drabbles #578: Ghosts

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He carried his ghosts with him and released them under the light of the full moon.
Once a month, he would drive far out into the hills and watch the moon rise, telling the ghosts within in him that it was alright, and it was time for them to go. They were free now.
One by one, the ghosts would detach themselves, and he would watch them rise into the sky like helium balloons. They floated up, hazy black patches against the stars until they disappeared.
Empty, he would drive back into the city alone and start collecting new ones.

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Everyday Drabbles #577: Shadows

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The shadows pressed up against the windows of the diner. They were unable to stand the light but hungry for its radiance.
Inside, the surviving humans huddled, exhausted and terrified beneath the buzzing fluorescents. A few tried to nap, pressing their heads against Formica tables. They shut their eyes against the glare and wished for soft darkness.
The two sides stared at one another through the thin glass, each desperately wanting what the other had and knowing it would destroy them.
Either the power would go out, or the sun would rise. They waited to see which would happen first.

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Everyday Drabbles #576: Black Cat

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The black cat sat in the window watched the world outside.
The leaves were changing and falling, and the air was getting chill. Halloween, his time, was coming at last. Evil and misfortune would rule the land, and darkness would rise.
Behind him, he heard the unmistakable sound of a shaking treat bag. He hopped down from the windowsill and trotted into the warm, bright kitchen.
His human was waiting for him. He wove a path through their legs and purred, looking up in anticipation. He forgot his schemes. Evil had its charms, but it had nothing on tuna delights.

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Everyday Drabbles #575: The Ritual

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The hooded figures laid out a circle in salt on the basement floor. Once it was complete, they took their stations and began to chant in a language thought long dead.
There was a crack like space breaking, and a squat, bat-winged figure appeared in the center.
“For what reason have I been summoned?”
“It’s game night,” one of the cultists said, removing his robe.
“Alright! Who’s up for trivia?” The demon stretched and stepped out of the summoning circle.
“Have you ever considered getting a phone?” His friend asked.
“Trust me, the plans where I live are absolute murder.”

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Everyday Drabbles #574: The Message

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The priests gathered in the darkness before dawn at the bottom of the ruined tower. Nobody came there anymore, but they knew a secret buried in the depths of lost tomes about that place.
The dome was still intact and in the correct position. If one stood at the bottom on the proper day of the year, the rising sun would reveal a hidden message from the heavens.
The four holy men watched in awe as the message revealed itself in a fiery script.
“We have been trying to reach you about your car’s warranty?”
The heavens were truly mysterious

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Everyday Drabbles #573: Literary Black Hole

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A black hole appeared in the YA section of the library. It was already big enough to pull books off shelves when the specialist arrived with her assistant in tow.
“Follow my lead,” she said.
She began shouting at the singularity.
“I looked at myself in the mirror and described my physical appearance! I realized I wasn’t a farm boy but secretly a prince! And then I woke up!”
The anomaly began to shrink and disappeared with a pop.
“What happened?” the junior librarian asked.
“Literary black holes suck you in through storytelling. You just have to break their immersion.”

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