Joe2stories

Stories from a Dublin Scientist

The Slate

At the familiar thump from outside, Robert filled a glass with stout. Sure enough; in came Larry, dressed like unwashed laundry and reeking of moonshine. The pint was presented and Robert asked, “On The Slate?” his leniency wearing thin.

“No Bob!” Larry said, Pulling out  a wad of cash “I’ve been lucky.”

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Written for The Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Challenge number 68.

Family

Although born an orphan and living the unsettled life, Malcolm had an inherent desire for companionship.

Not trusting people, he looked, instead, to his books.

Throughout his travels they kept him company. Educated him. Their stories warmed lonely nights.

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Challenge number 67.

The Perfect Moment

A glorious sunset, Champagne in the cooler and the ring in his pocket. Fred had chosen the perfect moment.

“Fred.” She said first, “This isn’t working.”

With Mark in Railroad Park

Image Credit: Tony Lovell

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Written for The Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting Challenge Number 66.

Ooops!

The fault reached the sky, which tore.

Must be stronger than I thought

"I think I've done something stupid."

Image Credit Alastair Magnaldo

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Challenge Number 65.

Miscalculation

I buzzed my paramour in and poured some wine. Two minutes later she entered in a stunning red dress and walked over to kiss me.

A foot from me she stopped, face contorting in disgust and exclaimed “What is that smell? It’s awful!”

I knew then my cologne was a bad choice.

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 challenge number 64.

A better way

“As you know.” Azrael, chief demon, began, “Used to keep here at 4000 degrees. But people got used to it. Now, just 80, randomly dropping to -10. The Boss thought of it after time in a New York apartment.”
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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press shapeshifting 13 challenge number 63.

Reunion

“Left it open” I said and closed the door, “Stupid!”

“Don’t knock yourself” Came a familiar voice, “It was locked.”

“But! But!” I stuttered “You’re dead!”

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Challenge number 62.

Something

Something was there.

Something big.

I couldn’t tell what.

But it was alive.

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Challenge number 61.

The Wait

“I don’t think it was our end sir!” said the technician.

I looked out the window where the Line, our outpost’s wormhole to Earth, had been.

“Put me through to the crew” I said, looking further, trying to find the faint Sun of home, countless light years away, “Everyone needs to know.”

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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 challenge number 60.

Reminders

I found her at the back of the supermarket. Looking silently at the children’s ride, a single tear staining her cheek with black mascara.

I knew then that the world was full of reminders of what we had lost.

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Written for The Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 challenge number 59.

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