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Day 132 – The Swordking
“Like monsters?” worried Marleena. The Rags Woman’s head popped over the lip of the dumpster. “Oh, yes, girl. Monsters and worse.”
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Day 131 – The Evidence Report
Appears to match descriptions of a “Tommy” gun belonging to deceased capo Thomas “Big Shot Tommy” Malone, who used it in a number of gangland executions (noted below as thoroughly as possible)…
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Day 130 – The Pipe
The best part about my job is that I work from home. You’ll never hear me complain about the commute.
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Day 129 – The Locked Room Mystery
“I know every one of you had a motive to kill rich, old Mr. Hughpatrick, and what’s more, you each had opportunity!”
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Day 128 – The Dream Nursery
The golden thought courses through its nerves, spilling past wooden capillaries into rivulets of intention, churned by some archaic alchemy into gray sap, which is squeezed from cracks in the plant’s bark.
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Day 127 – The Lake Of Swords
No wheat, barley, or oats grew here. Her fields were full of cutlasses, dotanuki, and scimitars.
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We Actually Made It
On April 4th, 2014, I wrote the first in a planned series of 365 short stories, each one exactly 365 words long, each written in less than 24 hours. It’s been a year since then, and I am happy to announce that I did, in fact, write 365 stories in as many days.
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Day 126 – The Hunting Consultant
There were dozens of deer and elk. A few boars’ heads. At the end of the bears was what I guessed was a wendigo.
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