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No Words, by Bruce Arbuckle

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He knows she’s happy by the crunch of the gravel as she skips up the path, how the key dances in the lock, the clap of the swinging door. He utters no words when she enters, his expression tells all. Her smile falls from her face and he hugs her.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “important information”

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All my stories are my own. I do not (nor have I ever, nor will I ever) used any AI program to write my stories. I am personally against the use of AI to write (for me the whole point of writing is to use my own brain: that is the joy of writing for me). The screenshot is of a word counter app that I use when writing my stories to check that my Humpbuckle Tales are precisely 50 words long. I am human, #NOTaRobot

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Knocker, by Bruce Arbuckle

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She’d always hated her grandmother’s bronze door knocker, an ugly goblin with a nasty smile and beady eyes that watched her reluctant progress up the path. At night, listening to the house shuffle and groan, she was sure she could hear the creature creeping up the stairs, searching for her.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “bronze door knocker”

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All my stories are my own. I do not (nor have I ever, nor will I ever) used any AI program to write my stories. I am personally against the use of AI to write (for me the whole point of writing is to use my own brain: that is the joy of writing for me). The screenshot is of a word counter app that I use when writing my stories to check that my Humpbuckle Tales are precisely 50 words long. I am human, #NOTaRobot

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Night Worm, by Bruce Arbuckle

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Arnold, a Night Worm, farms terror in sleeping children.  Squirming through ears or noses, he sinks his fangs into their brains. The demon’s smokey venom turns dreams into nightmares. Harvesting their fears, he gobbles them up before dawn. Wriggling free, he leaves a gooey residue of fright in his wake.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “frighten the children”

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Chilling With Old Friends, by Bruce Arbuckle

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They used to meet once a month to chew the fat and exchange recipe ideas. It’s only when Brian, invited over for dinner, finds himself hanging out with old friends in Kevin’s new meat locker that he realises why membership of the local Cannibal Social Club has dramatically declined recently.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “chew the fat”

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The Old Pond, by Bruce Arbuckle

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The Old Pond at the end of Ducking Stool Lane is supposed to be haunted with ghosts of drowned witches. I won’t swim, despite the dares and the heat of the summer sun. Kipper doesn’t surface. We think he’s playing us for fools. Our nervous laughter dies with our friend.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “at the end of the lane”

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My Familiar, by Bruce Arbuckle

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My familiar, a rather impish demon called Derek, hitched himself to me after his previous mistress met with a rather unfortunate culinary accident. She tried to cook me, and I stabbed her through the heart with a carving knife. Derek believes only a powerful sorceress could have killed that witch.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “my familiar”

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Prison, by Bruce Arbuckle

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She spends her whole life trying to escape, but whenever she thinks she’s in the clear, another door clangs shut, and she finds herself locked in the same windowless room in her head with the raving cellmate shouting insults, telling her she’ll never break free from this cruel, relentless, sentence.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “long sentence”

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No Time To Run, by Bruce Arbuckle

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From the window she sees the creatures surround the building. She took too long setting the explosives: there’s no time to escape. Across the street she can see Jip. She can’t see his expression, but she can imagine it. “Sorry,” she mouths. She starts yelling, drawing the things to her.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “no time for that”

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Continuation, by Bruce Arbuckle

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The machine buzzed, rattled and groaned. “It looks like something from a 1950’s science fiction film,” Matt said. “Will it work?”  “It already has,” Claire laughed, pointing at the two figures – replicas of them both – standing at the shed door. “This isn’t the start of the story,” she said.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “continuation”

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Preparation, by Bruce Arbuckle

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There were a few good men left. Three, for sure. Four if you could keep Frick away from the bottle. Luckily, she had plenty of strong reliable women ready to fight. Their aim was better than the men, anyway. This time, when the creatures returned, they’d be waiting for them.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “a few good men”

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