Table of Contents

Life after Death by Robin Abess
New Plan by David A Ludwig
Bunny and Brave Dino by H.L. Pauff
Untitled by Mark Ethridge
Untitled by LupusAnthropos
Untilted by Bullish
Untitled by Nellie
Untitled by Alissa
System Malfunction by Wakefield Mahon

Judge's Notes

Rather a frisky bunch today, eh? Logic truly can ruin an otherwise perfectly respectable conversation, so I'm delighted to see none of you let it impinge on your stories (respectable or not). Welcome back to #MotivationMonday. Always a pleasure and honor to be in such distinguished company! -Rebekah

Honorable Mentions

Robin Abess @Angelique_Rider.
Because "'We're through,' she said, taking a bite," might be my favorite story ending ever (I say as I smack my forehead for ending past relationships SO much less satisfyingly). The story is a little creepy, even a little gross, and a lot funny. Really great job.

Bullish @bullishink.
I loved the completeness of your story and how you circled back around to the idea of logic. That may also be the friskiest description of a sunset I've ever read (dragon sunsets are notoriously violent, not frisky); your story is interesting and the writing clever. Your ending, like Robin's, is smart and snappy. Love it.


H.L. Pauff @hlpauff.
Because the perspective of crayon figures is clever and sweet--but you took it to a whole other level by drawing an analogy between that and our own human wonderings about the meaning of life. The story is touching and yet deep: a work of art. Perfect.

Bunny and Brave Dino
By H. L. Pauff

“Why bother bringing logic into this now?” Bunny asked as her floppy ears swayed in the misty breeze. She kept her hand cupped under her small triangular nose to prevent the raindrops from going up into her nostrils. “I mean, look at yourself.”

Rain drops fell upwards from the grass and pelted the surface of the orange body of water hovering in the white sky. Brave Dino looked at his reflection in the rippling water and sighed. His small furry stick-like legs trembled and threatened to buckle under the weight of his thick and scaly upper body.

“There’s a plan for all of this,” he said, scratching the end of his nose with a claw. “There is a pattern to the madness. Even there, look!”

Bunny’s gaze turned to the sky where stripes of colors were appearing, one after the other. First, red appeared then orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and finally violet. The resulting multi-colored bar shone even brighter than the red sun wearing dark sunglasses.

“Why those colors?” Brave Dino continued. “Is it a code? A glitch in the system? If we could assign a numerical value to each color, I think we could –“

“Those are just random colors,” Bunny interrupted. “We are just pawns in a game beyond our understanding. Do we need to look for meaning? Can’t we just be happy? Just the two of us?”

Brave Dino’s eyes stayed fixed to shining bar until Bunny’s furry paw wrapped around his bony fingers and squeezed tightly. She greeted him with a smile when he turned his gaze away from the sky.

“You’re right,” he said. “I just get caught up in the mysteriousness of it all. I was so lonely before that yellow cylinder outlined you in the sky and you fell to me. I’m sorry. None of it matters as long as we have each other.”

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