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The Kiss

“Time?”

“4:20.”

“Perfect.” Time bore no significance. Ajay just liked saying perfect. He brought his sword down.

Vijay stopped it with his own sword. He then grabbed Ajay, gave him a wet kiss.

Ajay barfed.

Angered by this, Vijay stabbed Ajay.

“Love me or die,” he said, and walked away.

My publisher, Ravi, suggested I use the word 420, and two names of people he didn’t like. I wrote the story and he was horrified by what I had written. The names have been changed, and without context, this is just a fun story about two men kissing.

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The Shaman

The city was dead. The bad guys won.

The shaman took a deep breath. He was screwed.

So he uttered a spell, burned the skull of Shivayatam, and took a drag of the weed.

The spell complete, he was lost in a trance forever.

His body died, his mind survived.

Tadam, an artist who worked on a book of mine called O’Kari, suggested the words shaman, city, and weed, and I came up with this rot. I fixed the short story in the final version, but really, this isn’t such a bad story.

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Cake

There was cake at the wedding. We hated cake.

We wanted blood. Blood, we got in abundance.

The guests barely noticed us.

Their markings turned, blue, purple, and then black. In a few days they were corpses, from Malaria. F*** them, we were mosquitoes, and we’d find more to kill.

A cosplayer called PURPLE TOXIN suggested the words cake, corpse, and purple, and this is what I came up with. It’s not terribly interesting, but it’s fifty words and it’s a story.