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The little general

In a world of superheroes, the ordinary, the ofttimes mundane, are the enviable. Individuals who could move through life unimpeded, never called upon to rescue the damsels nor apprehend the villains, were considered gods. Lil General was born with no special abilities. He couldn’t fly, nor shape shift. He couldn’t daze an adversary with supernatural ...

Checking it twice

“Is he in there?” Astrid demanded. “Don’t bother him, he’s busy making toys,” Karol said, blocking entrance to the workshop. “That’s an outright lie,” Astrid tried elbowing past Mrs Claus. “He hasn’t ‘made’ any toys since Tamagotchis were hot. I know he outsources everything, he does it all the time.” “And what if he does?” ...

A favorite fishing spot

The water was smooth, only small ripples fluttered across the surface. Lying on her back, stretched out the full length of her flat, ocean kayak, Estelle let the warm breezes wash over her exposed skin. Eyes closed, she focused on the sounds surrounding her little craft. A pair of silvery mullet, leaping for fat dragonflies ...

It’s what’s for dinner

“How’d he get out?” Lucas inspected the latched gate, its ancient lock covered in a thick, green patina. “That’s the mystery,” Cameron said, trying to herd a full-grown turkey back toward its pen. “They can fly, you know,” Perry gladly watched the fracas from afar. “Domestic birds can’t fly,” Cameron frantically gestured to Lucas to ...

Dressing for dinner

The turkey carcass was picked cleaner then if it had been devoured by starving piranhas. Crusty pans and bowls, devoid of any food scraps, along with empty plates, crumb-coated utensils, and greasy serving platters were precariously stacked in an overflowing sink - an Oneida and Corelle homage to the sacrificial bird. Celebrants, sated into tryptophanic ...

The game’s afoot

More from the Dinner Party… “I’m not one to be critical,” Hallie began, “seeing all you’ve done for me so far.” “You’re questioning how we can ensure you will not be incarcerated by our local constabulary, again?” “It has been a month and I still don’t know what’s going on,” Hallie said. The two were ...

Game, match

More from the Dinner Party... Inspiration posters decorated two walls of the visitors’ room - taped to the cinder block, not nailed. Small tables and stackable chairs were littered around the room, making it look like a crowd had made a hasty exit. The door leading inside, and the two walls facing out into the ...

Snake in the grass

More from the Dinner Party... “What is on my schedule today, Jasper?” Augustine Stiles pronouncement the word “shed-yool,” regardless of the fact he was born in the U.S. midwest. Mr. Stiles was dressed for the day in khaki twill pants pressed with razor-sharp creases, and a white Oxford shirt accented with a blue and yellow ...

The great Outside

“You calling me an idiot?” Issy hissed. “Are you impugning my authority on this?” Mia sat down and breathed a heavy sigh. Sayuki rolled her eyes as only a teenager can. “Your histrionics are unnecessary, no one is arguing with you over your superior knowledge” Mia said, “but you’re not the only one who’s gone ...