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Day 147: The Final Frontier

Hilda Schlagenhaufer, a woman ruthlessly efficient at both love and war, had been stationed in the Australian outback for months. It was terribly hot, but her cold German heart kept the sunstroke at bay as she studied the subjects in her charge. Despite her best efforts, however, little progress had been made.

“Yes, their wings have grown in splendidly.” She reminded the head of the biology department. “But the problem remains that they don’t know how to use them!”

Hilda, in her frustration, had even taken to drinking a homemade solution of fermented eucalyptus. She was often seen after dark, yelling at the test subjects, drunk and smelling of cough drops.

One morning Hilda awoke to the sounds of screaming and rushed expectantly from her tent.

“It’s done!” She triumphantly reported that afternoon. “The saltwater crocodiles are flying! We are truly the masters of land, sea, and sky this day!”

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Day 128: The Great War

The war against the Octomonsters had dragged on for years and nearly everyone was sick to death of the chaos it wrought upon the people of earth. Food rations had even been reduced to ten ounces of squidmeal and two ounces of powdered milk per person per day; barely enough to keep a child fed.

“If my tax dollars are paying people to blast lasers at giant space octopi, I should at least get to eat a decent meal!” Hobart Wilkers growled as he picked at the unappetizing squidcake on his plate.

“Hobie, please!” Trudy hushed her husband. “The war might end any day; that’s what the television’s been saying!”

They turned their attention back to the TV to watch the daily totals creep across the screen: …..120,709 Earth casualties…… 309,450 Octomonster casualties.

“See Hobie?” Trudy squealed and clapped her hands. “We can’t call off the war now – we’re winning!”

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Day 125: Survivors

Out in the Barrens there was no telling what might happen to a man between dusk and dawn; there had been recent reports of grisly deaths, and rumors eventually began to resurface about the Mutes, eliciting wide-spread panic.

Originally the name Mutes stood for Mutants – which is what people called the savage survivors of the nuclear winter that had wiped out the original cities of the Barrens many years ago – but because  Mutes supposedly could not speak, the name took on a double meaning.

“If the Mutes are back we’re all done for!” Was the general cry of the Barrenites. “The only way we can survive is if we become them. We must all become Mutes!”

It took months for the only doctor in the Barrens to remove the vocal cords of all the citizens. But when it was done, the streets were as safe and silent as the grave.

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Day 102: The Eyes of Justice

The statue in the lobby of the Ministry of Sins gave Morgan the creeps. He tried to keep his head down as he scuttled past, but at the last second his eyes would inevitably snap toward it. It was the figure of a judge, and his cold granite gaze peered directly into the part of the brain where shame was stored.

The Minister had installed the statue in an attempt to stem the tide of sinning; however, it only seemed to curb the number of sins committed in the lobby, which were admittedly few to begin with.

That morning a woman walked in and Morgan watched as she wilted under the gaze of the judge. She blushed uncontrollably and made a break for the exit, but Ministry’s Sin Elimination Force immediately detained her.

“A guilty conscience doesn’t run.” The Adjudicator reminded her as she was led into the interrogation chambers.

 

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Day 65: Cold Snap

The drop in temperature that night descended like an icy lunatic onto the city, and when Mia woke up the next morning, she could see her breath before she even turned on the light. She jumped out of bed, cursing, and threw a sweater and jeans on over her pajamas.

Mia turned on the radio and caught the tail end of the weather report.

“-the surviving meteorologists suspect that this cold front will be hanging around for quite some time!”

“Tell me something I don’t know!” Mia snapped.

After wrestling herself into her snow pants, Mia wrapped herself in an enormous parka, and opened the door. The arctic blast was staggering, but she held her ground, and bustled outside.

“Shit!”

A mastodon herd had passed through the neighborhood, completely crushing her car, and leaving frozen excrement all over her yard. Mia was going to be late to work for sure.

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