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Everyday Drabbles #903: Frosty

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We watched and braced ourselves as the golem continued to struggle toward us.
Its magic was fading. Without the hat, it was already reverting to its original form. The facial features had already melted away, and its muscles were turning back into slushy snow. The creature collapsed, and the sun quickly melted the snowman into a puddle.
I picked up the battered old top hat. It didn’t look extraordinary, but I could feel the malevolent otherworldly forces trapped within.
“An artifact this powerful cannot be destroyed,” I said. “We need to put this someplace where nobody will ever find it.”

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Everyday Drabbles #902: Robot Arm

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The inventor placed his right arm into the machine. He smelled the faint tang of lubricant as the motors rumbled to life. He felt pressure, then a pinch as the pins locked in place.
He attempted to lift his hand, and the robot arm rose from the platform. The robot mimicked his movements perfectly. He had the robot reach out and grab a glass of water. The inventor felt the smooth surface of the glass on his own palm.
The inventor’s phone buzzed.
He absently moved to pick it up and the robot arm swung around and knocked him unconscious.

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Everyday Drabbles #901: Balloons

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“I’d like you to deliver these balloons,” she said, handing the bike messenger the strings to a multicolored cluster of helium balloons. They spread out behind her like a peacock’s tail, completely blocking the door to his office.
“What’s the delivery address?”
“There’s no address. These balloons aren’t for anyone in particular. They’re for the city,” she replied.
This wasn’t his strangest request, and she tipped generously. It was embarrassing at first, but as he handed out the bright balloons, he could feel the gray mood of the city lighten.
He supposed everyone needed a balloon from time to time.

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Everyday Drabbles #900: Invisible

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When the lab accident turned them both invisible, she took it better than he did. She was already used to being overlooked and ignored.But the thought of being forgotten terrified him. He dressed in bandages and loud clothing and stomped through the halls, talking too loudly about how close he was to a cure.When a cure didn’t materialize, he flooded the rooms with theatrical smoke and covered himself in paint. She knew how to deal with obscurity but drew a line at footprints on the carpet.When she’d had enough, she disappeared, taking all her work with her.

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Everyday Drabbles #899: Tornado

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The tornado hovered hesitantly over the farmhouse. Once it touched the ground, everything would begin. Its high winds would destroy everything. It seemed like a big responsibility.
But the energy had to go somewhere, and it couldn’t hold itself together for much longer. In that destruction, there was the possibility for renewal and growth.
The weather system saw the tiny figures below scattering. Humans ran for shelters and locked their livestock animals in barns. Only a single girl and her dog were left outside.
The tornado reached out for the Kansas earth.
What’s the worst that could happen, it thought.

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Everyday Drabbles #898: The Living Statue

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The sculptor brushed a cloth over the statue’s face. It was another perfect masterpiece. All that was left was for it to awaken.
He washed the marble dust from his hands and thanked the gods for his mysterious gift.
He nodded to the painter as he left. He would have preferred to have his work untouched, but such were the whims of culture.
She set to work, gripping her brush lightly in gnarled old hands. She painted the eyes first and then the mouth. The statue yawned and blinked as her paints brought color and life to the dead stone.

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Everyday Drabbles #897: Beware of Dog

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The sign at the gate said, “Beware of Dog.” The technician stood in front of the fence, toolkit under one arm. He rang the bell again.
There was no answer, so he let himself into the yard. He rounded a corner and stopped short.
A dozen damaged robots, each still tethered to their dock, lurched toward him. They reached the end of their cords’ slack and reared up, growling and barking.
Each of their screens showed a snarling canine mouth. They definitely had the virus.
He’d have to work fast before any of them figured out how to get loose

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Everyday Drabbles #896: The Temptation

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The devil handed the sleeping man’s phone to the angel with some difficulty. “Listen, you want to know what he does with this thing all day, don’t you?”
“Well, sure. But this seems like something I’d warn him against.”
“Honey, do you even know what a comment thread is?”
The angel looked away, embarrassed. “Well, no.”
“Then you’ve got to study up, my friend.”
“When you put it that way, I should take a peek. For research.” The little angel turned on the screen.
The devil smiled. With his counterpart distracted, both shoulders were finally his. He got to work.

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Everyday Drabbles #895: Lord Raven

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Lord Raven stood atop his tower and looked down on the city. He could trace his lineage back a long way. His office building was a castle of steel and glass, but his ancestors had reigned from towers of stone.
He reflected that his role was not so different from his forebears, although he preferred the term Magnate to Warlord. The city certainly smelled better these days.
He gave himself a moment to imagine his descendants standing on taller towers, presiding over grander cities. He never considered that somewhere in the labyrinth below was a boy who would be king.

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Everyday Drabbles #894: Sunset Rider

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The rider appeared every evening just before sunset. They were a ghostly figure on a pale horse, washed in sunset colors ahead and silver moonlight behind.
I spent weeks trying to catch them, but their mount was too swift, their steps too sure, and by the time the Sun slipped below the horizon, they were gone.
One night I lay in wait and finally managed to catch the phantom. The moment I wrapped my hand around their wrist, the sunset paused.
I realized at that moment that the rider not chasing the sunset but heralding the coming of night.

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