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ACME (10) – Redemption or Condemnation

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Redemption or Condemnation
(certainly no kind of conclusion)

Wallace’s trowel turned over the mud in whirlwind motions, mesmerising him. Sebastian, his dignified, auburn cat, sat behind with pricked ears and darting eyes, also fascinated by the grinding movement. He loosely contemplated whether those churnings breathed or bled. Perhaps, Sebastian thought in feline purr, there was a heart and life in the dirt. It certainly looked like it was breathing. Therefore, it seemed natural to conclude that the blunt, diamond-shaped tool, which Wallace continued to brandish, was an instrument of the hunt.

This reminded him he was hungry and, with a soft, intuitive mew, he signalled such to his companion.…   [continue reading]

ACME (09) – A Final Thought for Old Mrs. Misserly

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A Final Thought for Old Mrs. Misserly
(erased from memory, stabbed back with realisation)

The kettle on the stove was boiling with bubbling cacophony.  It was a frightening sound, when analysed, with its random and violent blubs and pops.  But old Mrs. Misserly, after years of hearing its wet crackles, found it a comforting noise; a sort of school bell for the end of a long day plagued by peripheral pranksters.  Her days had been the same for some time now.  She would arise every morning as her patch of ACME was only just being tickled by the imagination of dawn’s light. …   [continue reading]

ACME (07) – The Mothers, The Fathers

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The Mothers, The Fathers
(and all of their nurture)

Did your mother weep when first setting eyes on your moist, fresh body?  Did your father not smile when he rocked your helpless frame in his overwhelming arms?  If not, such a thing is surely the opus of tragedy; but these matters are questions of our own world.  For Petey, the appropriate queries would concern the activities of Wallace following the final key strike of his character proposal.  Did he light a cigarette in rest?  Did he sleep, or perhaps enjoy an evening in town as his younger self at the time so often enjoyed? …   [continue reading]

ACME (06) – Seasoned Immortals

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Seasoned Immortals
(a Wabbit, a Ghost, a perpetually Smiling Mouse and a hulking, Yellow Stupidity)

A door creaked to an opening ahead of our swine subject.  The wall that housed the door was free from this construct moments previous and, as an odd, ethereal light slowly burst through the door ajar, he came to the realisation that he had somehow escaped total deletion.  He guessed the klaxon had meant the dawning of his destruction; the opening door signalled some hope for an opposing possibility – he would meet the Seasoned Immortals.  Perhaps there was yet time for Petey to harness the secrets they offered. …   [continue reading]

ACME (05) – The Douglas Anvil™ Shower

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The Douglas Anvil™ Shower
(careless destruction and its terrible waves)

He’s really done it this time.  His laugh rolled out like giddy cavalry.  Fool.  This contract will be framed in my memory forever.  Creative control – his “children” are mine.  Emil Douglas rubbed his sweaty, manicured hands with an uncontainable elation at what sat before him – a ruffled paper edge, sliced through by blunt fingers, the letter sprawling out below.  He always wasted characters, Wallace.  He only got the job because better writers died, always knew I could do better.  Look back into envelope.  Something else?  A new script! …   [continue reading]

ACME (04) – Sally O’Malley

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Sally O’Malley
(a diamond unpolished, hurled into the ocean)

So, as Petey stood alone and cold in a bright chamber awaiting his vision of death, his mind wandered nostalgic paths – winding memory lanes that never ended.  All roads led to more precious reminisces, more tragic regrets.  He heard a sound from the adjoining room – a kind of klaxon, a kind of scream.  Reverberating with strange emphasis, it hit Petey’s ears piercingly.  He knew what it meant; whatever strange toy they had decided to invent, to crush him from all memory, was ready.  Petey hadn’t even been told what it was that would eventually destroy his continuing presence, and he certainly never had any idle dream for Immortality.  …   [continue reading]

ACME (02) – An Explanation

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An Explanation
(let me take you by the hand)

The ACME Company was everything to everyone around it.  As fundamental as water to our very being, there were utterly no revolutionaries against the peculiar establishment.  After all, a human would not get particularly far if he eschewed water and fluid; so the same applied to the necessity of ACME to Petey, Georgie and the rest of their charming ilk.

ACME provided all residents with their wishes.  Orders ranged from food (oversized hams and indistinguishable mush remaining the most common), entertainment, furniture and even weaponry (of which the honed and protected Anvil™ design still dominated the market). …   [continue reading]