He crawls out of bed, sneaks a peak at the clock radio sitting on the nightstand by his side. Running his fingers through his stringy roots, he recalls the choice he made the night before. Instead of a lovefest with his woman, he opted to binge watch his addiction, Narcos.
Grady got grinded for grifting Godfather. Through guileful gimmicks, he burgled Godfather’s genuine gems gifted from His Graciousness. Granulated with ginger and grapes, Grady is now ground burger grade, ready for grilling to be served to Geppetto, Godfather’s German Shepherd. Gents and gals, gasp and grasp; learn this lesson well.
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6-word story version:
The Toad croaked his last ribbit.
50-word story version:
Called the “Toad” for resembling the amphibian, Todd tends to toady to everyone. Immune to his fawning ways, Todd’s enemy tricks him into eating a toadstool disguised as a truffle served with succulent ribs. Always aiming to please, Todd ate everything on the plate. The Toad croaked his last ribbit.
Dee’s abdomen churned all day and seemed to bloat by night. She rested in discomfort. Hours later it was no better. A membranous sac of creepy crawly critters burst out of her belly. Goodbye. No more all-you-can-eat feasts for Dee, observed little Tommy, who had been feeding his favorite mouse.
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Darla stands on the front porch, staring at her locked cottage. How stupid to have forgotten the key. It’s too late at night to call a locksmith or anyone. As she settles into her rocker chair to doze, the front door creaks open and a cloaked figure summons her inside.
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Though blest with wealth beyond need, Langdon Carlsberg lacks the basic measure to feel manly. One day at a public lavatory, he chances upon a well-endowed man urinating next to him. Langdon befriends him.
Nine months later, Langdon is seen jogging down a nude beach, sporting his well-healed, long schlong.
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Since working at the morgue, Elmer has learned to appreciate the dead. He looks at the clock and sighs. A few more hours until he can call it dawn.
“Okay, your move,” he says to the poker-faced corpse propped on a seat across from him, with a chessboard between them.
[NOTE: This short story was expanded by Matthew Tonks and posted in SlasherMonster Magazine.]
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Photographs of smiling family portraits in the guest bedroom seem to mock his failure to hold his own family together. Bitterness overwhelms him as he impulsively grabs the decorative sword from the wall and creeps inside his hosts’ bedroom. Soon after puncturing both their throats, he wails, “I’m so sorry.”
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She’s struck by his broad shoulders, but then catches herself. They found each other online, “Sex with a Twist.” As he steps inside, she asks, “Where’s your twin?” They’ve agreed to do a threesome.
“No worries.” He takes off his jacket and reveals a small head grinning on his shoulder.
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Evelyn goes to bed, a short-lived luxury because she has to get up in four hours to go to a third job. A relentless routine that grinds her down. She wishes to sleep for two days straight; a wish that’s granted. Endless dreams of being chased are wearing on her.
Karina Pinella 
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