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October 19, 2007

Friday

Write about an unusual weapon.

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Tanya: Untitled

Theresa pushed the cart past him, scarcely hearing the words as he spoke to her.

“I never meant to hurt you, but she was so beautiful, so exciting, I couldn’t resist.”

She silently reshelved the books, winding her way through the stacks, as he continued trying to explain.

“It was meant to be a one-night thing, but now she’s pregnant, and I can’t just leave her.”

Theresa’s vision blurred, as she thought of their struggle, the years and tears and money they’d spent on doctors, trying to conceive. She barely remembered smashing in his temple with the forty pound dictionary.

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Jim: When All Weapons Fail

Deep within his castle - long believed to be impervious - Gonar the Merciless listened while one breathless messenger after another described the single foe’s relentless advance toward the throne room.

Gonar shifted on his throne of skulls and eyed the mystic armaments lining his walls. Should he use the Fire Sword of the Three Wizards? The Arcane Mace of Oblivion? The Halberd of the Ice Lord?

Too many choices, and not nearly enough time!

Massive, blood-encrusted doors slammed wide and, unaccompanied, a little man marched to the throne.

The man peered though thick glasses, smiled, and extended a subpoena.

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David: When Murder Isn't Good Enough

“Holy Jesus! What is that?” he cried as I unslung the accelerator wand from the backpack.

I pointed it at him. “This? Is a tachyon rifle. It fires a stream of subatomic particles which travel so fast that they propagate backwards in time rather than forward. This has the rather disturbing effect of impacting the target before the gun is actually fired. Which brings up a few very interesting philosophical questions, which you really don’t have time to ponder anymore.”

“What are you talking about?”

I smirked as I took careful aim. “I’m going to shoot you in your childhood.”

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