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The Job Interview

The Job Interview

Marc eyed the empty spot, but parking enforcement circled like a vulture sensing his desperation, waiting to swoop in and take whatever remained the moment his broke-ass pulled in.

He’d spent his last two and a quarter to acquire the morning coffee needed to calm his anxiety and provide the jolt of courage he needed to survive a 10:00am job interview; none of which would matter in six minutes.

As he pulled around the block again he could feel his lips curl, as luck would have it the spot was still empty and the pesky meter maid was nowhere in sight.

His right side signals flashed as he pulled past the spot, slipped the stick to reverse and began working the vehicle into the vacant space.

He was forced to slam on the brakes as he watched a convoluted movie scene unfold in his rearview; another car barged into his spot, front-end first, no signals, and horn blaring into the morning air like a divine “fuck you” screaming at him from the heavens.


Marc stepped through the storefront door at 13 minutes past ten, his interrogator, the same monster in high heels who had jumped from the demon vehicle and flipped him the bird stood at the front counter tapping her clipboard in annoyance as she waited for him to arrive.


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A Hell of a Bargain

A Hell of a Bargain

Adriel crept down the uneven staircase as the prism of light that scattered through the chapel’s ornate stained glass receded behind him.

The inky blackness consuming everything in its path as he grappled with the cool, damp walls of the hidden passage that seemed to descend into hell itself.

The pungent smell of brimstone grew stronger with each step as thoughts of returning to his previous existence drowned out the knot in his stomach that screamed turn back.

His Mother’s soul did nothing to stop her from shooting too much poison into her veins, it just hovered on the ceiling, watching her suffocate while Adriel beg her to wake up, then fleeing like a petty thief the moment she’d taken her last gasp.

He didn’t want to end up broken like her so he sought out a buyer willing to provide cars, boats, women, and all the lavish perks of excess living in exchange for something he had no use for, his soul.

Reaching the bottom step he could see the Devil and his legal team waiting by an oversized conference table set amidst the endless inferno, contract in hand…

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Red Mist

Red Mist

Terryl felt ill, a gnawing in his stomach that had started in the hours following his return from Orion Prime’s surface.

The mission was uneventful, a ride through the red tide mist to the Orion-Beta mine site where the landing party deployed new communications boosters and completed routine software updates on the mining bots.  

No one else from the team was reporting anomalies but several days later Terryl sat in sickbay awaiting his fourth assessment; his previous scans had come back normal, but he was certain something was eating away at his insides.

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The Cipher

The Cipher

A Month had passed since intercepting a message. Most believed it was intercepted from a Chinese-Russian military satellite, our enemy in a war the Allies were losing, but I believed it had come from someone or something else. Everyone knew cracking the code, completely indiscernible to the best and brightest working around the clock, was key to our victory.

As I sat staring at the letters, numbers, and symbols, my eyes bugging out of my head, they began to lift from the page and realign before my eyes. I had done it, I’d found the key to deciphering the entire transmission. The message read,

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Never Surrender

Bombs rain down indiscriminately as sirens pierce the evening air.
A city set ablaze as it crumbles to the ground.
Plumes of grey and purple smoke rise into the red dusk.
A mother and her child dance through the streets.
Arms outstretched as the ashen sky falls like confetti about them.
Choosing to join the dead than ever surrender.

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Hey Norm

Content Warning: Course language.

Hey Norm

“Hey Norm, what’s another term for a complete and utter idiot.”

“I dunno, why do you ask?” Norm replied.

“I have this friend who is a complete waste of skin but I need something stronger to describe him.”

“Try moron, dullard, numskull, doofus, chowderhead, oxygen thief, fuckwit, or nimrod; do I know this person?”

“Possibly,” I said before pausing momentarily.
“Hey fuckwit…”


GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Stories #209.
Date: 2022-04-24 | Word: Term | Tags: #sixsentensestories

Photo Credit: NCIS – Season 4.
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Tree of Life

Tree of Life

Limbs dark and cold thaw in the spring air, lifeblood stored in my subterranean network pushes towards the sky; so sweet and abundant that I can spare a drop or two for you.

In the new warmth, tiny buds form and push outward, filling the canopy and blotting out the sun from the path below.

Branches teaming with life, caterpillars feed on the leaves that breathe in carbon and exhale oxygen; beetles and weevils prefer the dark spaces hidden beneath my bark; robins, woodpeckers and jays nest and rest and feast and hide within my cover; and squirrels burrow in the hollow recesses of my long dead core.

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The Edge of Space-Time

The Edge of Space-Time

Jaycee rode the crest of the space-time ripple racing outward across the farthest edges of the universe. Xe could recall every moment of the almost 14 billion year journey starting from the blinding light at the instant xe broke free from xyr father’s grip. Racing ever outward on the expanding wave until all the stars left in xyrs wake had all but faded from view.

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Family Business

Family Business

The CEO droned on about recovery, new products and the future but there wasn’t enough money left in the kitty to make any of that happen.

Martin the youngest and brightest of the four brothers sat quietly, half taking in what was being said, half watching what was happening beyond the windows of the top floor headquarters. His blood boiling with every word that the imbecile his older brothers had hired spit out and hurled the length of the table his brothers and the other board members encircled.

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