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Once upon a time, there were three little piggies. One piggy built a house made out of straw, one piggy had a house made of wood and piggy had a house made of bricks. One day, a big bad wolf, hungry and cruel, came to the first piggy’s house made of straw. He towered before the door and growled, “Little pig, little pig, let me it!” The wolf waited for a response. There was none. Not to be deterred, he continued. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and…”
One from the Way Back Machine, c. 1995
Another Friday night was winding down at Johnnie’s. It was a few minutes after one in the morning and a steady, light rain tapped impatiently against the big, front window. It added soft percussion to the guitar’s plaintive cry from the club’s speakers. Scott Henderson was behind the bar cleaning bottles and emptying wells. As the newest bartender, he drew all the late weekend shifts. This was his second. And while it was more or less a death sentence to his social life, he didn’t mind. He’d spent most of his bartending years in meat markets watching the pretty people all but copulate on his bar. This small, neighborhood bar, where wood and brass reigned, was a far cry from what he’d been used to, but he welcomed the change.
I wrote this for MicroHorror.com. They have a word count limit of 666 words and I wanted to hit it right on. not too shabby for a first draft. I’ll probably go back and revise it one day.