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Thing, by Bruce Arbuckle

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The hairless creature slides slug-like towards him , oozing a fluorescent orange slime that stinks like the devil’s arsehole. The size of a very large angry dog, its gnashing teeth snap at the broom handle he’s using to keep it at bay as he backs away. The thing’s clearly furious or very hungry. Probably both. He curses Shelley under his breath. She must have left the portal ajar again. Feeling the metal handle bite his back, he reaches behind, opens the door and slips through. He locks the door. He’s off home. Shelley can deal with it on Monday morning.

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A 100 word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “bald”

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Buttocks, by Bruce Arbuckle

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She has that dream, again.

She walks down the asile, on Dad’s arm. Her friends and family turn as she approaches. She returns their smiles. Then, as she passes the smiles turn to titters, the twittering to giggles, the giggling to laughs. It is then she feels the draught. Her father stops and looks at her.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?” he asks, his eyes twinkling.

She looks down. Her dress has disappeared.

She’s butt naked.

She wakes. John, snoring gently beside her, is oblivious.

She wonders what it means.

Her dad would’ve laughed if she’d told him.

She misses him.

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A 100 word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “buttocks”

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Eyebrow, by Bruce Arbuckle

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His eyebrow, squirming above his left eye, is a biobot. In addition to measuring his vitals life signs, its filaments sample air quality – such as it is – and record our interaction. I look around. The other one will be snooping around somewhere.

“Lost it,” his voice is sad. “It scuttled off this morning. I look ridiculous, don’t I?”

Not knowing what to say, I simply nod.

“My sister bought them. Said they’d keep me company.”

Keep track of you, more like.

“Never heard of a runaway biobot,” I say.

“Everyone leaves me eventually.”

Plotting my escape, I avoid his gaze.

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A 100 word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “eyebrow”

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Crushed, by Bruce Arbuckle

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The rain falls in steel sheets of destruction. Joy stands on the porch watching it rip into the draught dry crops, crushing any hope she had. Holding on to the half empty bottle she fights back tears. There’s no coming back from this. All the money, time, effort … pummeled into nothing. The fields disappear under red brown water. For months she’d managed to keep her farm afloat despite the draught, the famine. And now… it’s drowning. Last night she’d celebrated when the weatherman announced rain. She lifts the bottle to her lips. Tonight she’ll mourn the death of her dreams.

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A 100 word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “steel”

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Dirty Harry, by Bruce Arbuckle

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I sit on your bed, your pinky grey toy elephant, Harry, clasped in my hands. It’s grimy and smells, but today I’m not complaining. I wish I could tease you about it. Or maybe, just for once, not. Mum wanted to wash it, but I said it upset you when it was cleaned. She nodded, turning away so I wouldn’t see her tears. She’s calling up the stairs, now. Time to go, she says. You seem too small for that big black car. The gentle kind-faced man takes Harry, placing him carefully onto your coffin. Mum squeezes my hand.

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A 100 word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “elephant”

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