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                                                                                       Fantagonismic 3/28/2023 MGAWG Prompt: Four Antagonisms: Shopping or Airplane Travel By kevin e collander © 2023   Rothchild never liked exposing himself to the riffraff of the public. After all, he was celebrity non grata, or whatever he perceived in the egotistical recesses of his mind. And after all, he was quite famous, so much so that paparazzi were a constant nuisance that stuck to him like glue-stick if given the slightest opportunity. At two meters tall, sleek as an Adonis with flowing auburn hair, chiseled face, and hazel eyes, Rothchild was God-like who dressed impeccably like a dandy of old. As much as he preferred this primped exi...
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  Blowin’ 07/12/2022 MGAWG Prompt: Wince / Bloviate / (Speculative Fiction) By kevin e collander © 2022               “Batten down the hatches!” Captain Reginald screamed to his mates and guests as they sailed the massive sound. “Avast Yee Mateys. A Nor’easter closing in on the starboard main.”             The thirty-six-foot yacht, the Intrepid, yawed to port, its mainsail full. But this was simply a routine tack, and crew of one and guests rolled their eyes as they leaned against the starboard siderails. Again, the skipper was bloviating and again everyone was supposed to play along. They had been there before, many times.             Penelope Blinken, in her lemon yellow, chiffon summer dress and matching parasol, screamed with fearful delight as the ship swung about. Waves splashed onto the deck ...
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  Ingé-old 02/22/2022 MGAWG Prompt: and/or: Femme Fatale / Ingénue / Every Man By kevin e collander © 2022                She was endearing, all right.  Seymore reflected as he sloshed around rainy pools on the worn city sidewalk, his Totes umbrella dripping water and half-totaled.  And innocent?  “I had no idea to believe otherwise.” He moaned to no one there for a listen.             The city Uptown Express hustled past, launching grimy curb puddles and adding insult to injury onto Seymore’s expensive, London Fog trench coat, Brunello Cucinelli wool-silk evening pants and Florsheim dress shoes.             “Damn.” He screamed in utter frustration.  And young? Of course she was young.  He pondered, reconfirming all the evidence. “Wasn’t she young?” He shouted out to the worl...
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                                                                            Parallel 01/25/2022 MGAWG Prompt: Turning point / Pivot point By kevin e collander ©2022               “Why are they making me do this?” Adrian screamed at her dad, who was sitting next to her. He leaned away defensively.             “Just calm down.” He said in desperation, never before seeing his sixteen-year-old daughter in such a tirade. “We’ll get through this.” He tried his best to reassure her.  At least I think we will,  he concluded to himself.             “Now what?” Adrian pleaded, leaning forward and looking outward for so...
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