He may be rich but he can't afford help #Monsterdon
Margaret Moonshadow
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My father knew a man who knew a man who was killed by the arm of a saguaro he plugged with a shotgun. When I was little, he took me to the woods to practice-shoot cans, soda bottles, watermelon. ''Nowadays if he hadn't died, he could have gone to prison.'' he said, snorting. ''For a cactus.'' He reminded me to keep both eyes open on the target, just like we will for the Antichrist. The end of the world will be with fire. God will rule with a rod of iron. Inktober cactus #cult #darkfiction
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RE: https://mastodon.cc/@dtm/117376980547238322
A dear one lost, beautiful words. A masterful writer to follow and read....
"Seven was not just difficult, he was skeptical, suspicious, and judgmental. He made you earn it, and when I say it, I mean everything. Love, affection, loyalty, and attention...He took nothing on face value, but required his own evaluation and interpretation before he offered his blessing. Often, that blessing was provided hesitantly and reluctantly, but once given, was full and complete." #grief #memoir #dogs #family -
Something cozy for fall. I wrote this small piece several years ago. I used to love fall Little League baseball in Florida when my son played and yes, like Ms Myska, I worked the concessions stand. Fall ball was so much better than that more murderously hot and humid spring ball. My mousewoman is featured in a few of my stories. She is the tentative, nervous side of me perhaps, but she takes chances too. 🍂 ⚾ #cozy #fall #littleleague #motherhood #flashfiction #story https://medium.com/the-beautiful-story/ms-myskas-field-of-dreams-82594cfc5cde?sharedUserId=seftonmeg45
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CW: #Halloween #microhorror
The pumpkin watches the children file past to Ms Maybre's door. Its eyes follow them. Ms Maybre isn't concerned about the moratorium. Trick or treating had been banned. There had been salmonella, mold, bugs in the chocolate and hard candies contained glass. This is her year, thinks the pumpkin, smiling. Among these ruins, no one reads the news. "Don't be so trusting," no one had said to them. There is no money for food. Parents are relieved for the night. #pumpkin #flash
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The grace of small beauties
He began noticing how many kinds of small birds there were when he could no longer throw the death switch. This circumstance came about when a murderess, softened by his ministrations on her last day, thanked him profusely. And that’s when he knew: She had seen his true self.