Misterdoe's Fiction

That’s not even an attempt at a working title for whatever story this winds up going into. I just couldn’t come up with a name for it. It won’t be “Immaterial Girl,” though, since I already have “Emma-terial” as a working name for a story featuring a very similar character. Don’t really have a story [...]

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As I entered the house, a bottle of beer came floating my way. “Hi, honey,” said Marla’s disembodied voice in greeting, as unseen lips pecked me on the cheek.
“Hi, hon,” I answered, grabbing the open beer bottle from midair and taking a swig. “How was your day?”
“You know, same ol’ same ol’,” she answered as [...]

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This one is more in the invisible tickle-monster pocket: I go to a car dealership and find myself drawn to an extra-large SUV, something I’d ordinarily not pay any attention to — horrible gas mileage, horrible to park, etc. The salesman hands me the keys for a test drive, but I get only a half-block [...]

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“I heard he’s been held prisoner in his house by some crazed stalker,” Thompson said.

“Well,” replied Sheila, “Jackson, the mailroom supervisor, said that when he had to send him a package, the courier had to deliver it to an office here in town. Apparently, something’s going on out there that he or somebody doesn’t want [...]

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He made one last quick scan of the room, a small bag of ill-gotten goods slung over his shoulder, but nothing caught his eye. Strange that a shop in this neighborhood would be without a burglar alarm, but that just made things easier for him, he thought with a smile.

But when he turned to walk [...]

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