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The Man Who Loved Bears
Bob was excited. His new coworkers had planned a birthday surprise. It was slightly strange they'd gone through the trouble of learning what he liked, blindfolding him, and driving him to a secret location when he'd only joined the team two weeks ago, but he he'd taken the job because of their excellent HR record. He was already impressed by their enthusiasm for team building activities.
"Okay, you can remove your blindfold."
Adjusting his eyes to the light, Bob jumped in terror. He was locked in a cage with a massive grizzly bear.
"I said I liked beer, not bears!"
What A Way To Go
I died in the most absurd manner possible.
I was training to beat the world record for the most Skittles in your mouth at one time. This is harder than you might think, because you've to get them in and out fast enough they don't start melding together into one giant rainbow skittle.
So I was training with my team and I'd just beaten my personal best when I started to choke. Everyone thought I was celebrating. By the time they realized I'd turned blue and fallen unconscious, it was too late.
By the way, the world record is 381.
Resistance
The bomb exploded and debris collapsed all around. Covered in dust and choking from dryness, I ran to the alley. A sharp pain in my leg, I realized I had a large gash. I tore the sleeve of my shirt and wrapped my leg to stop the bleeding. With the gestapo in the area and people screaming, I stayed put.
After hours of cramped space and agonizing discomfort, I got up from the ground and limped to the safe house where my team awaited.
The resistance would be pleased with my finding and hopefully the allies would be here soon.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Homer
Marjorie and her husband Herbert thought that names were important. When their first child was born, they named him Homer in hopes that some day he would be a major-league baseball player. Herbert used to laugh at the concept even while he predicted that Homer would be inspired by his suggestive name.
When Homer was three, Herbert bought him a baseball bat. Then it was Little League and high-school baseball and finally the college baseball team. Marjorie and Herbert were ecstatic; their dream was coming true.
In the end Homer majored in Classics and wrote an epic poem in Greek.
From Guest Contributor Anita G. Gorman
Wild Geese
Geese rise from campus soccer field, into falling evening. Wings flutter in unison. No stragglers.
You should be on the way home. But you watch, transfixed, weight of homework, aloneness sliding from consciousness.
The geese honk, harsh, soothing, moon on their wings. You like to think it’s joy, that they sense the vastness of unfettered space. They don’t give a fuck about the observers and voyeurs below.
You wish you could join. Fly, part of a team. They fly farther and farther, still calling. Don’t look behind.
All too soon, night engulfs them. You stride home, feet heavy, treading constraint.
From Guest Contributor Yash Seyedbagheri.
Yash is a graduate of Colorado State University's MFA program in fiction. A recipient of two Honorable Mentions from Glimmer Train, his story, "Strangers," was nominated for The Best Small Fictions. His work is forthcoming or has been published in Microfiction Monday, Unstamatic, Maudlin House, Door Is A Jar Magazine, and Ariel Chart, among others.
The Gladiator
He was a Gladiator, slaying every question with his answers. Judges admired him as the Atlas lifting our team. At first, I pitied for our status, consequently he hoarded us.
I couldn’t even try to lift my head because of my shame. He slogged us into the finals. In the finals, we had partaken and led our way to the trophy till the judge asked our last question. The sound of the question holed my heart, other team was celebrating their win, already.
A voice raised from our side answering the question. That spotless answer navigated us to the trophy.
From Guest Contributor Vivek Vr
The War Of Walls 2
One Hundred years in the future a time machine is built to enlist war troops. After the resistance, America was angry as the resistance killed. The Americans hijacked a plane, so the English grabbed an attack plane. The American General said, 'We can't shoot it down!' His Major had an idea.
The Major said, 'Go above the plane and drop soldiers on it!' The General said to the Major, 'You are right.' As the hijacked plane flew he pushed the Major onto the attack plane. The Major's team took out all of the enemy and both war planes landed safely.
From Guest Contributor Bayley Kelly
Gift
Matthew has a friend who works at NASA. His friend Kent is on the team that is launching a manned mission to Mars next week.
On the day of the launch with the help of Kent he is able to sneak his girlfriend Kim aboard the ship.
A few hours after the launch, Kim wakes up. She is wearing a spacesuit with a note posted on her chest.
She reads the note. "I know you really want to go to Mars. Love, Matthew."
Kim screams, “You idiot, I said I want to go to the bars, get your hearing checked!”
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
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