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Voodoo Stew’s New Stimulus Package March 14, 2009

Posted by Rob Diaz in Fiction Friday, Sci-fi/Fantasy, Short Stories, Unedited.
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(written for the [Fiction] Friday prompt on March 13, 2009, which was to write about a businessman who finds a voodoo doll in his hotel room on the third night of his stay.)

“May I help you, sir?” asked the young woman dressed in the neatly pressed hotel uniform and standing behind the desk.

“Uh, yeah,” said Stewart hesitantly.  “I think someone delivered a, uh, package to my room today and it was not for me.”

“Oh, sir, I am very sorry for the inconvenience,” said the woman whose nametag implied that her name was Melody.  “What is your room number?  I’ll have someone come up and get the package and we’ll see if it can be delivered properly.”

“Oh, um, three thirteen,” said Stewart quietly.  “But there’s no need to send anyone up, I brought it with me.” 

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Peace March 6, 2009

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(written for the [Fiction] Friday prompt on March 6, 2009)

“You did… WHAT?” demanded Justin.  He rubbed his hand across the thick hair on his head as he paced angrily to one side of the room and then to the other.

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Broken Promises January 2, 2009

Posted by Rob Diaz in Fiction Friday, General Fiction, Humorous, Short Stories, Unedited.
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(written for the [Fiction] Friday  prompt on January 2, 2009:  write about a New Year’s resolution that’s broken in the first 24 hours)

 

“I am so disappointed in you,” she said in her most disappointed voice and with That Look on her face. 

Oh no, not That Look, Fred thought.  I hate That Look. He shuffled his feet and looked away, then he said, “Oh, not That Look, SaraYou know how much I hate That Look.”

“I’ll give you whatever look I feel like giving you Fred,” she said.  “You blew it, dude, not me.”

“I told you,” Fred said with a touch of pleading in his voice.  “It was totally not what you think and not what it looked like.  It’s not my fault, either.”

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The Gift December 19, 2008

Posted by Rob Diaz in Fiction Friday, General Fiction, Short Stories, Unedited.
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 (written for the [Fiction] Friday  prompt on December 19, 2008:  write a scene involving exactly two characters that involves a terrible holiday gift)
 
Tim stood there holding the package in his hands, unsure of what to do.  He looked from the package to the crumpled up wrapping paper that was on the sidewalk, to the beaming, radiant smile on Debbie’s face and back again.

 

“I—” he started, then stopped.  He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet.  “I—I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me you love it,” said Debbie, excitedly.  “Tell me it is what you were hoping for.  Tell me it is just what you always wanted.”

Tim opened his mouth to speak and then closed it when he found no words coming out of it.  He held up the clear plastic bag that was the package and examined the items contained within it and licked his lips nervously despite the cold winter wind.  He was truly at a loss for words.  (more…)

Winds of Change October 17, 2008

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(written for the [Fiction] Friday  prompt on October 17, 2008)

 

I drifted, weightlessly, twirling down and down and down, tumbling over and over.  As I tumbled and fell, and screamed with fear and excitement and exhilaration, I thought back upon the days leading up to today.

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The Key October 10, 2008

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(written for the [Fiction] Friday “Alice tried to remember who had given her the key” prompt)

 

Alice tried to remember who had given her the key.  (more…)

Two Short Stories that Stink October 9, 2008

Posted by Rob Diaz in General Fiction, Humorous, Short Stories, Unedited.
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Author’s note:  The following two very-short stories are in response to two simple thoughts.  The first story, Richard Reeks, is from me sitting around and suddenly thinking I should write something about cats.  The second story, School Days, came from listening to my daughter describe — in detail — her dislike of the stupid names companies give to air fresheners.

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Glipper and Me September 12, 2008

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(written for the Friday Fiction “Stranger in a Strange Land” prompt)

 

I remember it now like it was just yesterday, though it was many, many years ago.

“Mom!” I had screamed as loudly as I could while stretching the vowel sound out for as long as possible.  “Glipper the Dripper left slime all over my baseball cards!”

“That’s nice, dear,” answered my mother, disinterestedly.  “Glad you’re having fun with your friend!”  She then returned to her phone call, completely missing the fact that I was in deep agony over my dripping baseball cards.

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My Secret August 22, 2008

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(written for the Friday Fiction “Have your character steal something…” prompt)

I don’t really know why I did it.  It made no sense, really, what with me being a well known author, a celebrity amongst celebrities.  Yet, there I was, sitting in my study with the curtains tightly shut to block out the rest of the world so that they couldn’t see what I was doing as I stole a glance at the book I had just purchased this morning.  The book that told the story I was trying to tell, the one the world needed me to tell.

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The Conversation Stealers August 15, 2008

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(written for the Friday Fiction “Write about a Stolen Conversation” prompt)

 

(author’s note about ‘The Conversation Stealers’) 

The idea for this story came to me in a dream (I went to bed thinking about the writing prompt) and got itself fleshed out as I drove to work listening to whatever the drivel was that was emanating from my car’s stereo. It is a science fiction story and a life story about censorship and marriage and war and politics and Big Oil and music and following orders and the importance of communication.  Given time, I would like to expand it and flesh out some of the ideas, but I think it gives a good idea of what I had in mind, given the short amount of time I spent on it.  I hope you enjoy ‘The Conversation Stealers’, here in its raw, unedited form!

 

Don Franks stood before the court, well dressed in his black, lightly pinstriped suit with a tightly knotted tie around his neck and over a freshly pressed white shirt.  He looked around at the judges, the jury, the audience of interested individuals and media representatives, all of them seated silently in their respective places in the large courtroom, and he smiled.   “Your Honors, the People would like to call S. Jefferson Banteros to the stand.”

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A Toasted Proposal August 8, 2008

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(written for the Friday Fiction “A Failed Proposal” prompt)

“I’d like to propose a toast,” said Greg as he watched the reception attendees stepping and twirling their way around the dance floor.

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As We Knew It August 5, 2008

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It was a cold and rainy day, as we knew it would be.  It was always cold and rainy whenever we made plans to go to the beach.  I was rather bummed by this because I had tried so hard to make everything different this time, better this time, perhaps drier and warmer this time.

“It’s all your fault,” Lucy, my daughter, announced with her eight year old certainty.

“Yeah, Dad,” agreed Aaron, my 12 year old son.  “You blew it this time.  Thanks.”

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