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Monday, January 16, 2012
50 WORDS
HENRY'S FAVORITE
Henry's ball was his favourite toy. Bright colours, bouncy and smelled like bubble gum. Suzy Washbourne borrowed it during recess. She kicked it into the street where it was run over by a pickup. Henry was very sad. Suzy kissed him on the cheek and henry was never sad again.
YOU NEVER GET A SECOND CHANCE...
Sweat dripped from the captain's chin. His ship was confronted with that of an unknown species. New protocol dictated a defence only approach to first contact. Humanity had only encountered one other space-faring race since venturing to the stars. The guilt of genocide was still fresh on his conscience.
FOOLS RUSH IN
Roland was first to explore the cave opened by an earthquake. Ignoring safety procedure, he went in alone. The unsteady structure soon enough had him pinned against a humid, sludge smeared wall. He screamed in pain and terror as the slime-mold enveloped, then digested him from the outside in.
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