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  #wss366 - hinge "Hey Mo, what's the good news?" She jumped from the kitchen chair. "Holy mother of Christ! You scared me! I didn't hear the door!" "That door! I oiled the hinges yesterday before I left." "What? Why did you do that, Craig? Who told you to oil it?" "Chill out! I was just trying to help! What's the big deal? It squeaked so loud..." "My door! My squeaks! How da...

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  #wss366 - soul Isn't that fun? The rain is so heavy that I can barely see the trees across the street. Alexa has decided to play 'Lovely Day', and thunder and lightning are playing along with it. I take another look at the phone, but the silly icon has barely moved on the map, still a while for you to arrive. Is it safe up there? I hope so. I cross my fingers. Alexa is reading my mind because it is now playing 'Superstition', thunder and lightning now dancing to it. Somebo...

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  #wss366 - idol On the living room cabinet, between a plaster gnome and a framed photo of great-great-uncle Sly, sits a little stone idol named B'hoq. He, as discolored as the picture beside him, will stare at you silently. Not because he can't talk to you, or because he can no longer summon a curse to ruin your life. It is because he doesn't want to. After centuries of placating his anger with pulsating, bleeding hearts, and another spent buried in the basement of an o...

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  #wss366 - minister The flash of the missile interceptors lit the battlefield with orange and yellow tones, but enough for Corporal Perez to see the face of the Minister. "Who the hell are you?!" "Captain Singh. Stay put, Corporal. I'm going to administer the last rites to you. As you asked." "You're Indian! Where is O'Shea?" "The last barrage... We have not found all of him yet. And I'm Sikh. I ha...

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  #wss366 - side A tenderloin and a side order of mashed potatoes. That's what life tastes like. I crossed half of our vast Empire and a good portion of hostile ones to get back to Earth. And don't get me started on synthetic food. I know it tastes the same or even better than the real thing. But it is not the same. Here, on Earth, a cow is still born, fed and slaughtered. The soil is tilled and cared for until a potato grows. It takes time. It takes work. It takes blood. That is why I&...

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  #wss366 - back Dr. Mario M. Giles tried to get a closer look at the girl's tattoo. He was not good with kids and it is hard to make a five-year-old stay put. "Stop moving for God's sake!" He was able to take a good picture of it. It was a masterpiece, no doubt. The detail and colors were exquisite. "She was born with it." That was Faye, Norah's mother, getting ahead of Giles' next question. Giles didn't hold back "Do you think I was born yesterday?...

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  #wss366 - align Lee heard the voice of his father whispering in his ear: "Steady." He tightened his grip and held his breath. "Pull, don't squeeze." The moment the bullet left the muzzle with a thump he knew it was going to miss its target. The deer leaped into the air and was lost in the woods. "Align the sight." "I know Dad, don't you have someone to bother in Heaven?" Lee said with a smirk. Dad didn't answer that one. Lee took the ri...

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  #wss366 - buck (This is kind of a sequel to yesterday's prompt: align. Read them together!) Oza was a buck whose skin resembled old gold, shiny in places. It liked to seek food in lonely places, where it could think peacefully. This one was not one of those days. Its ears picked up the Thunder-From-Below and with a swift jump, it dodged for cover. Oza knew from its mother that thunder from below, and no rain meant untimely death. Its ancestors whispered in its ear "Run! Run!" de...