Flash Fiction
Who Watches the Watcher Who Watches?
“Always the same thing. God-damned awful shows. Who makes this stuff? Who watches this? Pandering to the lowest common denominator.”
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“Always the same thing. God-damned awful shows. Who makes this stuff? Who watches this? Pandering to the lowest common denominator.”
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The night before Christmas, the cat was especially perturbed. The sounds from inside the wall were louder than normal, more insistent than…
“Known Copylefters, Mr. Salmon. Dangerous people who don’t believe in, or respect, Corporate rights.”
Falling contained the strangest form of terror.
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Something in the photographer’s tone haunts him.
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“Are you being paid to attend, too?” she said with a little laugh.
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“But how will you know when you’re safe?”
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Robin Redbreast dove at Grausaw, the great general of the cat colonials.
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Neither man sees the bullets that take their lives
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Leery, I went in and, shocked, I froze.
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Hunting this creature proves a most dangerous trade.
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The cops smashed down his door at 3AM on a Tuesday.