Adam PROBERT

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While cleaning out her grandmother's attic, Eliza finds a box of old letters. "Mum, did you know about these?" she asks, holding up a faded envelope.

“Oh yes, dear. The Romanian Prince. Your grandmother strung him along for nearly 30 years. He tried to scam her, but she flipped the script, like you kids say.” “Um, mom, no one says that.” “Anyway darling daughter, I think he truly loved her after the first decade of letters.”

Mother went on for hours about how grandma met grandpa, describing their first kiss in creepy detail & even describing the honeymoon hotel. "But mom," I said, "doesn't this mean I'm a Romanian princess?!" She waved off my question as if it didn't matter: "Princess-schmrincess..."

"It's the love that's important, not your stupid status." She said dreamily, still engrossed in the story. But I had different ideas. If grandpa was really a Romanian prince...I had a shot at the Romanian throne. Or I did as long as I eliminated all the other candidates.

Before she could know what was going on, I lean over and sink my fangs into her neck, drinking deeply. As good as she had been to me, I could not allow her to get in the way. The scammers have wronged us for long enough. I shall regain the legacy of my ancestors.

The Romanian Throne

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Sam Becker

On a weekend hike, Gregory finds a forgotten cabin. "Do you think anyone still lives here?" he wonders aloud, peering through the dusty window.

A few people in the back of the movie theater groan. Someone in the middle shouts “don’t do it, homie!” A few people chuckle. Of course, Gregory is on the screen and can’t hear the audience in Brooklyn. He turns the cabin’s doorknob, and the door swings open. He smiles wide.

The cabin is filled from wall to wall and floor to ceiling with jack-o-lanterns. There is not even enough room to shimmy between them. "How am I supposed to get to the kitchen for that cup of sugar?" he asks himself. "Maybe if you said, please..." groans a voice. Gregory gapes at

... a giant carved pumpkin face; a shimmering ghoulish projection from another dimension. "W-w-what do you want," Gregory stammered. "Your undying fealty," the gourd intoned, its cindery, hot breathe wafting into Gregory face. Just then, Gregory spotted the sugar and had an idea.

He quickly sneaked past the mask and reached for the dessert. As he was about to taste the sugar, it transformed into caramel. Oddly, his fingers felt perfectly cool. “Don’t look behind you. The movie is just about to start." 
~Bach - Crab Canon for Flute Duet (YouTube)~

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