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One Page Short Stories: Duplicity

  Keyword: Duplicity "Kara's whole vibe changed as soon as we turned the corner onto her street. One minute we're laughing and talking about our Halloween costumes, and the next thing you know, she clammed up and started walking super slowly. I sent Josie a look like what the heck just happened? and Josie just shrugged and we kept going like it wasn't totally weird.  "It was almost like Kara didn't want to go home. Her weird neighbor Bobby Hayes was out raking leaves on his front lawn. He waved to us. Kara actually stopped to talk to him, which we never do. She asked him about his Halloween plans. He said he was having some friends over to play DnD or TNT or something- I wasn't really listening. I kept trying to catch Josie's eye but she was off in la la land like usual.  "After a few minutes of Kara pretending to be nice to that scuzzball, I decided to cut in and say goodbye to Bobby. Loser. The wind was picking up and blowing leaves all around h...

One Page Short Stories: Time

Keyword: Time It started as a way to reduce food waste. The marketing gurus of the world pitched it as ‘the one way to stay on top of it all.’ Just catalogue your individual grocery items with the complimentary home scanner, and the expiration dates would appear on your fridge’s control screen. You could set it up to alert you a week in advance, a day, even an hour before your green beans got greasy or that expensive yogurt went rancid. Gone are the days of guilt! Save food, save money, save the world! I got on board immediately. The first few grocery trips were so exciting. With every item I scanned and stored in my fridge, I felt like I was stocking up on an almost palpable relief. Never again would I have to toss out an entire unopened container of moldy sour cream because it got stuck behind the milk. I was a part of a new, more advanced breed of consumerism. The Anti-Waste Experience (AWE) was so monumentally successful that the model quickly spread to other facets of day t...

One Page Short Stories: Love

Keyword: Love J ane’s footsteps echoed on the dusty floorboards as she stepped into the studio. The smell hit her first. It was a mixture of wood smoke and used bedding, and something sharp and tangy she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She wondered if she should call out to Kev before going further. She walked slowly into the silence, letting her eyes readjust to the dim firelight flickering against the back wall. The two bodies were curled in a nest of blankets on the ground. Kev laid on his back, one arm crooked over his eyes and the other stretched out. Bangarang was asleep on her side with her nose tucked into his armpit. Seeing them like this, Jane could picture them in a thousand other places, all the way back to the first time Kev had asked her to come over to his house and meet their new puppy. Bangarang didn’t lift her head as Jane approached but she did open her eyes. Her tail gave a few weak thumps in greeting. Kneeling at the edge of the nest, Jane pressed her hand on...

"You Do What Now?" Podcast- Episode 1: Carol Frances, Realtor/Exorcist

About: Late 40s, early 50s. Thick Minnesota accent. She has long, curly brown hair that’s turning gray at the temples. She wears a long, flowing black dress and bright, chunky jewelry. She talks with her hands a lot and doesn’t take things too seriously.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SCOTTIE: Hello, I’m Scottie Davis, and you’re listening to “You Do What Now?,” a show where we hear from people with jobs you may never have heard of, and might not even believe. Today, I’m speaking with Carol Frances. She’s a realtor down in the wilds of St. Augustine, Florida. She’s been in the biz for 27 years now, selling over 500 homes to hardworking people. But three years ago, she expanded into new territory- exorcism. Carol, welcome to the show. CAROL: Hi, Scottie, happy to be here. SCOTTIE: I have to admit, when I was prepping for this episode, I had about a million questions running through my mind. When I ...