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#98 – Jazz

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matteo-paganelli

“Hey, Gramps!  This ain’t your skate park, bro!”

The old man brushed his jacket sleeves and sat.  He smiled as the gang slowly circled around him.

“This ain’t no tea shop, old timer” the largest boy snarled.  “Can you hear me?!”

The boy reached out to flick the stereo off but the old man raised his palm.  His head was nodding to the beat.

Fingers padded at the keys of a trumpet.  The gang shifted on their heels as the old man lifted the instrument to his lips.

A knife gleamed.

A knife fell.

The party lasted all night.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Matteo Paganelli.

Today’s story title was suggested by the wonderful Ian Sutherland, author of the bestselling thriller Invasion of Privacy.  You can follow him on Twitter @iansuth  Thanks Ian!

As ever, if you’ve a title idea, pop it in the comments to this story or tweet it to me @timaustin2k.

See you tomorrow for “Election”!

 

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#97 -Display

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anthony-delanoix

“All the chicks are, like, “Whoa! Is that really,….?!””

“And I bet you’re all “Yeah, baby – It’s me!””

Their chirping laughs rang loud around the curved walls.

“I’m telling you; if you have the right bling they’ll let you do anything.”

Legs bent and muscles stretched.  The cool morning air shook with squawking jeers.

“Just gotta show them what you got.  And remember the breath mints.”

….

A young girl pressed her face to the bars.  “Hey Mommy, look at the pwetty birdies!”

“They’re Peacocks, dear,” her Mother replied, watching on.

She whispered beneath her breath.

“Emphasis on Cock.  Small C.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Anthony Delanoix via Unsplash.

Well, would you look at that: it’s election day in the US of A!  I’m a Brit so I couldn’t possibly comment.  It’s important to get out and vote, though: you can never complain about the result if you didn’t take your stand and be counted.

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#95- Please

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joe-desousa

She was looking at me.

I couldn’t place the look.  It was sadness and,… desperation.  Her green eyes seemed lost.

I stepped closer without realising, my instinct taking over.  I didn’t breathe again until I felt her hand on my chest.  She was trembling.

“Please.”

She drew back and opened the phone booth door, stepping inside and turning, her hands pressing white against the glass.  I didn’t understand.  Not until I saw the photograph crushed in her palm.

The picture showed a booth identical to this, steamed from within – a wet hand print on the glass.

She lifted her skirt.

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Joe deSousa via Unsplash.

Another decidedly NSFW story today.  No, I don’t know where the image came from.  But if you want to throw me another title that piques an erotic image in your head, go ahead: pop the word in the comments section or tweet it to me @timaustin2k using the hashtag #OWOS.

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#93 – Milk

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freestocks

White droplets patted against damp straw, soaking through and pooling against frozen concrete beneath.  Billowing steam span through the air and glimmered in the breaking dawn.

Two dozen cows mooed and lowed as their teeth ground in a grumbling, champing chorus.

Still the milk spilled from the machines, streams gathering together amid the red mud that caked each beast’s hooves.

Four dozen eyes saw the black truck arrive.  Four dozen eyes saw the man wash his boots with disinfectant.

White streams became red as the man handed papers to the farmer.  The cow shed door closed for the last time.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image via Freestocks.org

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#89 – Euphoria

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melissa-askew

Blinding green light pulsed through heavy black air, fixing faces like photographs – caught in their euphoria.  Jermain Wallace watched arms and mouths melt together in sexual abandon – tiny slivers of lust matched to music.

The bass trembled in his chest and rode through the floor: the pill dissolved on his tongue.  The faces rippled to blackness and he rose his hands high to worship.

The empty Ibiza desert echoed around him as he opened his eyes.

His shirt was blood-stained.  The blood was not his.

Jermain didn’t care.

The bass was all he needed.  The bass was God.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Melissa Askew via Unsplash.

An interesting image to form a story from this – quite wonderful that I didn’t know precisely where it was going to end up!

Great thanks to supernatural romance author extraordinaire Rebecca Pollard for donating the word.  You can find her on twitter @authorRebeccaP.  Say I sent you 🙂

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You may have noticed an absence of One Word One Stories in recent weeks.  Sadly, a family bereavement and personal illness have kept me from finding inspiration or motivation for new stories.

Normal service recommences from tomorrow, however!  New stories every day – including some days with multiple stories to make up for lost time – are on their way!

Thanks to everyone who’s shown support and kindness in recent weeks.

See you tomorrow,

Tim

#86 – Burning

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thomas shellberg

The flames lapped at the wood and circled in the thinning air.  A large crowd was watching as the fire danced and swelled, entranced by the hypnotic sweep of the blaze.

Music was playing loud and children were dancing.  Cold boxes filled with beer gleamed in the firelight.  The field was full of people talking and laughing together as the last rays of the day sank below the horizon.

The sheriff stepped forward, his hand lifting a microphone to continue his speech.

“Black Lives Matter, they say,…..”  The crowd was laughing.

The children played and watched the white crosses burn.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Thomas Shellberg via Unsplash.

The first image that came to mind with this word was the KKK.  It is a stain on humanity that this group still exists and that any group like this still exists.  But it does and it’s worth remembering that, in these dark times.  Humanity still has a long way to go,….

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