Contest Entry: Tempus Fudge It

I have a story entered in a short story contest, it is in the final running, and is being featured along with five other contenders on the Fiction 4 a Day website. You should go read it right now and vote while your opinion is fresh and your viewpoint is new. ¬†The story is a little¬†piece called ‘Tempus Fudge It’. It’s a warning shot the language becoming too muddy or the time line completely cluttered. Please take the time to read, not for me or the prizes I am sure to qualify for, but for yourself and anyone you know who relies on an alarm clock, or assumes that words will mean what you want them to say for just a few hours at a time.
Read, vote, repeat. Break the chains of concentric circular logic, even if it means you have to bite yourself in the ass.


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TaxidermChaz Werbenverber was the Taxidermist Laureate. The position had been created by the previous president, who had made himself famous with the number of varying pets he kept. Eventually, an executive position had to be created to deal with the eventual inevitability of dead animals that had to be dealt with, otherwise they’d pile up around the White House lawn. So Chaz had been appointed to stuff the presidents ex-pets.

The problem came about, though, with the new president. He kept no pets, so Chaz took to stuffing any animal that happened to die around the White House, birds and squirrels and such. Eventually he was saving any sort of road-kill, out-of-its-misery, or ran-into-a-window within a mile of Pennsylvania Avenue. When he was mapping out a route to collect every animal that would die within the limits of the city proper, he knew it was time to move on.

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