Prompt: 081. candy canes

1. “Look Daddy, a big candy cane!” the boy cried, pointing at the red and white barber pole.

A. “Look Daddy, a big candy cane!” the boy cried, pointing at the red and white barber pole.

“No, sweetie, that’s not a candy cane. That’s a sign for the barber shop,” he said.

“‘Barber shop’? Like where we got haircuts last time?”

“That’s exactly right. Come here, kiddo. It looks like there’s a lot of people up ahead. I’ll carry you.”

2. Every night she added new candy canes to the Christmas tree to replace the ones they’d eaten during the day.

A. Every night she added new candy canes to the Christmas tree to replace the ones they’d eaten during the day. To the children, it seemed as though the tree replenished its store of candy canes through some form of holiday magic. It added to their delight as they tore through the house in a mass of siblings and cousins, dodging around the legs of the grown ups.

Cheery music came from the wireless radio in a constant stream from eight in the morning until eleven o’clock at night with an hour interruption each day for the Children’s Radio Hour. It was the only moment of peace amongst the children, as they gathered on the rug, hushing each other and falling under the spell of the radio stars.

3. He was dressed like a sexy elf in shiny green booty shorts and a matching half shirt. His eyes smoldered seductively as he sucked on the candy cane in his hand.

A. He was dressed like a sexy elf in shiny green booty shorts and a matching half shirt. His eyes smoldered seductively as he sucked on the candy cane in his hand. He was every wet dream given form, with lips and abs and muscular thighs.

He was also printed on a calendar.

December’s favorite elf hung on the patch of wall next to the fridge with 31 days spread out below him. The first twelve days each had a red X crossed through it, and the 20th had been circled with “Meet Qt.” written in it.

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Prompt: 080. pickup truck

1. There was something about having a pickup truck that made friends and family suddenly have to move a bunch of stuff.

A. There was something about having a pickup truck that made friends and family suddenly have to move a bunch of stuff. He hadn’t even had it an entire weekend before his dad was suggesting around the idea of using the truck to move lumber.

“I haven’t even put sixty miles on it yet. Can I have a week or two before I start loaning it out?” he asked, staring into his cup. The last thing he wanted was to look up and see his dad glaring at him.

2. It had been years since anyone had seen him; ever since the pickup truck he was anchored to got hauled off to the junkyard.

A. It had been years since anyone had seen him; ever since the pickup truck he was anchored to got hauled off to the junkyard.

When Emmit died there was no one left to remember that he was haunting his dad’s old truck. And without living minds to give him some semblance of form, he had faded to a shimmer of light. He was a shade without substance, slowly losing his mind to loneliness as color leached out of the world.

He lived in gray misery, forced to stay within ten feet of the truck since it was his only anchor to life. All around him were piles of junked cars and scrap metal. He was waiting for the day they came to crush the truck and he would disappear forever. It made him afraid.

3. After a day of hard work and an evening of mudding, they set up a tent near the pickup truck and climbed into their sleeping bags.

A. After a day of hard work and an evening of mudding, they set up a tent near the pickup truck and climbed into their sleeping bags. He quickly fell asleep as he was tired, but was woken a few hours later by someone crawling over his sleeping bag.

Jolted out of a dream, he froze for a long moment as his sleep-heavy mind tried to figure out what was going on. Then he realized that Yes he was awake, and Yes there was someone on top of him.

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Prompt: 079. ghost hunt

1. Being the host of a TV show about ghost hunting was something he had stumbled into after college.

A. Being the host of a TV show about ghost hunting was something he had stumbled into after college. One of his professors hooked him up with someone she knew, and two weeks later he was standing in front of a camera talking seriously about tracking down “spectral oddities” and getting ready to enter an abandoned warehouse with a camera crew.

Over time he adapted an on-screen personality that was just enough of his real self that he didn’t feel completely fake, but that was also enthused at the prospect of getting digital proof of ghosts.

2. The town council called in the paranormal police when people started dying. On arrival they quickly arranged a ghost hunt, something the once quiet town had never experienced before.

A. The town council called in the paranormal police when people started dying. On arrival they quickly arranged a ghost hunt, something the once quiet town had never experienced before, but that they were willing to try if it stopped the haunting.

There was a sense of relief in being told what to do. The paranormal police seemed to know what they were doing as they sharpened their ceremonial blades, gathered the sacrificial animals, and began mixing paint powder and oil together to paint the protective runes on everyone involved with the hunt.

3. The baying of the hounds and the howling of the werewolves was her first warning that the Ghost Hunt was passing through her neighborhood. She could hear the riders out on the street, dragging people out of their homes.

A. The baying of the hounds and the howling of the werewolves was her first warning that the Ghost Hunt was passing through her neighborhood. She could hear the riders out on the street, dragging people out of their homes. There were screams and sounds of violence that made her cringe away from the bedroom window.

She grabbed her favorite blanket off the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself before climbing into the wardrobe. She sat down and wrapped her arms around her knees as she tried to breathe as quietly as possible. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could feel her pulse fluttering at her throat.

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