Master of What?

        Julie’s computer whirred like a lawn mower, but she ignored it.

         “What’s that noise?” Courtney asked, standing at the bedroom door.

        “My computer.”

        “It sounds like it’s about to explode.”

        Julie laughed. “My report is due tomorrow.”

        Courtney thumbed her phone. “Seth’ll fix it for you.”

        “Keep your boyfriend away from my computer.” Julie knew what a geek Seth was. He called himself the cyber master of Arizona State. She’d dated him before Courtney had.

        Courtney had already received his text. “He said turn it off.”

        “No.”

        “But this is advice from the master!”

        “Master—my big fat broken heart.”

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Written in Blood

        The scriptwriters huddled together. They had to come up with an ending to the episode, one the audience would never expect.

        “What if the killer left a calling card?” Sid asked. “A teaser for the police.”

        “Like a rose?” Jake frowned. “Been done before.”

        Sid tried again. “What if the killer forgot his phone?”        

        “Too dumb.” 

        Molly was new to the group. She hesitated before offering her idea. ”What if the victim had tried to write something as he was dying?”

         Sid smirked. “With his blood?” 

         “Would he write the killer’s name?”  Jake asked.

        She laughed. “No, his blood type.”

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Naughty Prince

        “Have you completed the assignment, Your Majesty?” the tutor asked.

        The young prince smirked. He had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible. No rules, no consequences and no homework.

        Sir William stroked his pointed beard. “If you don’t finish your Latin, the whipping boy will be summoned.”

        The prince laughed. “I’m not going to study the Latin, no matter how many times you whip the boy.”

        “Shall I bring up a girl?”

        “Oh, come now, Sir William. Even I’m not that big a scoundrel.”

        “I’ll be back in half an hour. I expect the assignment to be finished.”

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Sweet!

        Jerry entered the elevator just before the door slid closed.  The passengers moved aside to allow him room and the large pastry box he carried.

        Seconds later, he sneezed.    

        Jerry sniffed. “Excuse me. I called in sick, but my boss said he couldn’t spare me today.”   

        Suddenly, the lights blinked and went out.

        A woman screamed in the dark.

        “Stay calm,” someone said. “Emergency power should kick in.”

        But it didn’t.

        One passenger called 911, and Jerry opened the box.

        He should have never been there in the first place, but why not make the most of it? “Donuts, anyone?”

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Lucky Socks

        “Why are you wearing your baseball socks?” Mom asked. She must have spotted the neon orange.

        “They’re lucky.” I’d worn them all summer and our team had won the championship. “I have a biology test today.”

        “You don’t need them. You studied for it.” 

        Mom didn’t know I’d stolen a pen from my brother’s backpack. Danny got an “A” in biology last year.  Now it was my turn.

        But when I started to label the parts of the cell, Danny’s pen ran out of ink. Oh, crap. The pen hadn’t been worth stealing.

        Good thing, I wore my lucky socks.  

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Say Cheese!

Jamal waited at the hotel entrance, half-hidden behind a potted palm, camera in hand. He’d waited here since Sunday night. Now it was raining, but Jamal didn’t move. He’d sent his partner after coffee.

         Carly arrived with an umbrella, too. She handed him the coffee cup.

        “Thanks.” He sipped the hot drink.

        ”Variety reported Brad’s in Palm Springs with Jennifer,” she said. “Are you sure Angelina went in there?”

        “She’s been missing since Friday and he’s not worried.” Jamal chuckled. “The picture I get when Angelina comes out could be worth thousands, especially if she’s with George.”

Zombies!

        Clouds shrouded the moon and the dark night deepened. Lisa shivered. “I’m scared,” she said, clutching her boyfriend’s hand. “What’s that?”

        Screams came from the far side of the field.

        “Zombies are over there.” He pulled her along the corn row. “I’ll get you out of here, trust me.”

        She giggled. “My hero.”

        He stopped, holding her close. “Does a hero deserve a kiss?”

        Laughing, she pushed him away. “Wait. Someone’s coming. Are those torches?”

        The lights appeared out of the darkness illuminating grotesque, bloody faces.

        Lisa shrieked, “Zombies!”

        Like a true hero, Brad grabbed her hand and they ran.

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