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Another ending awaits  It's December again The days are numbered 31 to be precise

Add a drop of ambiguity, boomed the microphone. He froze in his tracks. How in the world can a machine make such a demand? More than that how can someone add a drop of ambiguity? If he defies the machine, then he will be annihilated on the spot. a drop of ambiguity please, the command sounded again. He reached for his coat pocket and a single shot rang followed by a heavy crash. Good job, boomed the machine.      

This is the land of the crotch smilers. Their faces are always lit by a blue haze. They panic when their lights die. They flock near power outlets. What a story, thought the human who was glued on to his handheld.      

Did you hear a laugh? Yes I did. But that's impossible, I didn't laugh. Then who did? I don't know, as far as I know I am the only living being in this mortuary.

I wanted my soul back, his pleas fell on deaf ears. For there was only him and the devil in that room. 

He knew that there was something evil lurking in that dark alley. He saw a dead body lying among the garbage bins. The face looked similar, it was his own.

I can always thaw them and reuse them. That's the best part about memories. They never go bad, remarked the brain.  

I am a writer. I write short stories everyday. But now I am stuck.  Hmmm, that's a story, replied the wise owl.