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#quikfic 22

Posted on October 12, 2012October 7, 2012 by bryon

Tom misunderstood the hobby as tombstone robbing. He had built up a fine collection, but his display was worrying the neighbors.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, collection, display, misunderstanding, neighbors, robbing, tombstone, worry

#quikfic 21

Posted on October 5, 2012October 1, 2012 by bryon

I met her in an art gallery and fell in love. Somewhere near The Persistence of Memory, she melted into the arms of another man.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, art, gallery, loss, love, Salvador Dali, The Persistence of Memory

#quikfic 20

Posted on September 28, 2012September 24, 2012 by bryon

Evan stared at his cat for hours. The cat acted as though nothing were out of the ordinary, despite the diamond in the litter box.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, cat, diamond, human, litter box, ordinary

#quikfic 19

Posted on September 21, 2012September 16, 2012 by bryon

Horace was determined to act on his counselor’s advice to embrace his fears. So he ran toward the tornado with his arms wide open.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, counselor, fear, tornado

#quikfic 18

Posted on September 14, 2012September 9, 2012 by bryon

The chairwoman of the antidisestablishmentarianism conference was better known for her experimentation with deoxyribonucleic acid.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, antidisestablishmentarianism, cnairwoman, conference, deoxyribonucleic acid, experimentation, fame

#quikfic 17

Posted on September 7, 2012September 3, 2012 by bryon

The hangman let the scaffold’s trapdoor fall open. In that instant, Plundering Pete remembered a library book he hadn’t returned.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, condemned, execution, hangman, library book, robber, scaffold

#quikfic 16

Posted on August 28, 2012August 27, 2012 by bryon

Arnold finished the staircase long before most of the other renovation work was completed. He appreciated an early riser.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, carpentry, groan, pun, renovation, riser, staircase

#quikfic 15

Posted on August 24, 2012August 20, 2012 by bryon

From my prison cell, I can hear the whistle as the train passes by. It was more romantic to hear Johnny Cash sing about it.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, Johnny Cash, music, prison, train, whistle

#quikfic 14

Posted on August 17, 2012August 12, 2012 by bryon

“What did you learn in catechism today?” his mother asked. He replied softly, “I learned not to be alone with Father Stephen.”

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, catechism, Catholic, pedophile, victim

#quikfic 13

Posted on August 10, 2012August 5, 2012 by bryon

Tim thought the flat, white clouds looked like alien spaceships. The image was more striking when the death rays poured forth.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, alien, clouds, death rays, spaceships
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