THE RECUMBENT POETS SOCIETY

February 8, 2014
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Event coordinator Alice Blant paces the length of the vast hangar making one final inspection of the 1000 hammocks. Alignment and spacing? Check. Cords properly tense? Check. Pillows plumped and placed perfectly? Check. Fringe on each hammock hanging with nary a tangle? Check. “All right, Blandings. Open the door!” shouts Alice Blant. Blandings manipulates the […]

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CAMPBELL’S EYES

January 28, 2014

Campbell’s eyes rolled from their sockets every midnight and ventured forth to terrorize London. Top hat jaunty and cape fluttering, Campbell’s eyes spun madly along the fog-shrouded streets. Drunken harlots and flocks of salvation mendicants flung themselves in terror from the oncoming surge of Campbell’s eyes. Sweeping in to a brew house, Campbell’s eyes demanded […]

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RED AND CLAW

January 21, 2014
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Red and Claw Harpoon, moonshiners from Odd Lake County, flung themselves away from the explosion. Tattered and bleeding, they swore revenge on Dave Shuttlesworth. Driving to town in their battered and bleeding Model T, they swore revenge on Tim Potfellow, proprietor of the General Store. Walking down Main Street, shotguns cradled in blood, they swore […]

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THE DOOMED TALISMAN

January 20, 2014
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The doomed talisman paced her cell, all four of her hands clasped behind her back. Dawn threatened, and with it, the gibbet. ‘Ha ha,’ said the gibbet, ‘I’ll make short work of you.’ Just then an articulate strawberry vendor tackled the gibbet, bound and gagged it. ‘It’s about time,’ said the talisman, waiting patiently while […]

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THE TARGET AND STRANGULATION CLUB

January 4, 2014
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When sisters Minnie and Helen Cloverdale founded their secret society, The Target and Strangulation Club, little did they realize the sort of journey on which they had embarked. For lo, a multi-billionaire strolling along the sidewalk adjacent to the Cloverdale home spied the satin costumed sisters as they conducted a meeting perched in their treehouse. […]

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THE TREMBLER

December 11, 2013
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The Trembler despaired. Shivering in its rags, it peered over the sill to the rubble filled street far below. It heaved a shuddering sigh and retreated to the broken table in the otherwise empty foul stained room. The ceiling stain resembled a torn apart rat. A wobbling claw the Trembler stretched forth in an attempt […]

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THE MAGIC FISH

November 20, 2013
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The magic fish removed it spectacles, placed them on the bedside table, doused the glow lamp, and settled back with a sigh to sleep. Sleep, however, refused to visit. The constant drip, drip, drip of air bubbles blurping up from the faucet in the bathroom tap, tap, tapped on the magic fish’s brain. Drat, thought […]

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HALLOWEEN GHOST STORY

October 7, 2013

Twig Hand He staggered into the fog. Pale lights loomed ahead, were swallowed behind. He veered into the tangled undergrowth by the path. Red leaves in bunches slapped at his face. His eyes swam in and out of focus where the mist thinned and thickened in pulses. He came to a standstill, breathing heavily. A […]

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THE MATRON OF VENICE

October 1, 2013
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She wasn’t the most talented matron in the yard, but she was the only one who could swim. Securing the secret document between cheek and mandible, she plunged into the canal. Weaving her way deftly under water through sunken columns she arrived at her destination. She pulled herself up through the trapdoor opening to the […]

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THE MARMALADE MAN

September 18, 2013
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The marmalade man went door to door in his dark clothing. He carried his fired clay pot of marmalade hanging from his neck by a chain. A silver ladle he clutched in his left hand. At each door he rapped twice sharply. When he did so, a thin panel slid open and out was thrust […]

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