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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The sun rose on the beautiful desert landscape, just like it had the day before, and like it would the next day. A city dweller unused to such a site would have been in awe, but to Bud Green, a cashier pulling the graveyard shift at a 24-hour gas station on a lonely stretch of [...]

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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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“How much money?” I asked.
The pen pulled away from my hand and scribbled “enough” on the form. Not being in a very good position to haggle, I signed. As the clipboard floated away with the form, I asked, “Don’t I get a copy?”
No answer or acknowledgement, as dishes could be heard clinking around in the [...]

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First, I had to watch while a nozzle floated up and screwed itself onto the end of the hose. It sprayed all the loose dirt off the van, after which towels busied themselves drying the van off. While the van was being dried, my unseen captors ripped off all my clothes. By “ripped” I mean [...]

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