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Abomination = Me

Somewhere, a child’s stomach growls as politicians a thousand miles away move heaven and earth to take away her sustenance, smiling all the time. A teenager wraps his lips around the business end of a shotgun, beaten down by the years of hallways taunting, the relentless barrage of dehumanizing mockery and insult. There’s a mother huddled over her children in some outlying dessert village, praying to anyone and anything that the invading gunmen — warriors for The Almighty — won’t kill them like so many dogs in the street. Sightless bombs are dropped for freedom, directly on the heads of innocents. Cancer kills a brother, a father, a sister, a mother, an aunt, a cousin, a friend. A highway pileup takes away a woman’s legs. And here I sit, fretting about my fantasy football team. I am an abomination. 

- C.D. Carter

Find many more of his very short stories on Miniature Fiction by clicking HERE. C.D. Carter, when not exposing the frailties of the human condition, exposes the world to proper strategy in fantasy football.

Find C.D. Carter’s newest writings on the Amazon store where he’s written an advice/strategy guide for fantasy football How To Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner. Find it at the Amazon store by clicking the link.

You can also find more of his fantasy football advice writing on XN Sports and The Fake Football.

Life in the Dollhouse

Barely conscious, something warm leaking from my left ear, my left eye swollen shut, I knew I had seen this scene somewhere — perhaps in a dream or a hallucination of some sort. The table, situated just so, the wooden chair with a polka-dotted seat cushion, lying on its side, the grandfather clock standing proudly in the shadows of the room’s darkest corner, the flower pot just inches from my reeling head: I hadn’t seen this in a dream — no, not all at — but in the top room of my daughter’s ornate dollhouse. She had called it “mommy time,” and now she stood in the doorway, looking at me — through me — with her head titled ever so slightly, one red eye peering from beneath her flop of brown hair.

- C.D. Carter

Find C.D. Carter’s newest writings on the Amazon store where he’s written an advice/strategy guide for fantasy football How To Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner. Find it at the Amazon store by clicking the link.

The Growth of Glob & the Death of a Village Part II

Glob, the thing that had been there forever and ever, bestowing blessings and prosperity on the village people for the small price of their newborn babies, had grown to a size that was hard to fathom. Glob had grown exponentially, in fact, seeming to double and triple its appetite every time it grew, as the villagers agreed that if Glob ever stopped growing, it would surely die. It wasn’t until the children of the common villagers — the silversmiths, the farmers, the barbers and bartenders — had all been given to Glob that the upper echelon of village society turned against the ever-expanding monstrosity, knowing that it would need their children next if it was going to survive. This was never part of the arrangement.

- C.D. Carter

Find part one Here

Find C.D. Carter’s newest writings on the Amazon store where he’s written an advice/strategy guide for fantasy football How To Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner. Find it at the Amazon store by clicking the link.

#HateMock2012

The mock fantasy football draft — a practice draft — was finally, mercifully over, the insulting back-and-forth finally finished, plumes of smoke billowing from the guns of their mutual hatred. But Gary had said something late in that fake draft that Pete could not forget: he had insulted Pete’s hair, the very pride of his life, the reason for waking. As if his feet had decided for him, Pete was out of bed, dressed, and walking the seven miles to Gary’s house, where Gary’s wife would soon be snuggling a bloody corpse with a frozen look of absolute horror. 

- C.D. Carter

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The Growth of Glob & the Death of a Village

Glob started as such a simple, benevolent thing, so very polite with its requests for sustenance in return for blessings upon our little village — blessings that, more times than not, gave us prosperity and peace and the sort of reliable tranquility that makes civilizations thrive. Glob grew after a long while though, as anything would when fed such hearty meals of thanks for wondrous blessings, and when Glob reached a certain size, its hunger grew at an exponential pace. The thing that made our village tick required more and more sustenance to survive, to grow, to live, so we’ve increased Glob’s portions to two babies a day; a number that will certainly rise, and soon, and at the expense of our village’s future, which will be consumed whole by Glob’s gaping hole of a mouth stinking of death and maggots and rotting innards. 

- C.D. Carter

Find C.D. Carter’s newest writings on the Amazon store where he’s written an advice/strategy guide for fantasy football How To Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner. Find it at the Amazon store by clicking the link.

Halloween in the East and West

We had won The War all those years ago, banishing the East’s culture of vile ignorance and anti-intellectualism and — most importantly — the celebration of Samhain. They were to be ashamed after more than a century of adopting the West’s ways of Halloween, that holiest of days that should be properly celebrated by everyone in our fair land. But no, they refuse — in greater and greater numbers — to follow our example and act as they should, because the East is brimming with stupid children masquerading as adults who refuse to see themselves as the inferior swine that they are.

C.D. Carter

Please, for the love of all that’s good and holy, check out C.D.’s latest Kindle book about the art of fantasy football. You can find it HERE

Show me how you work, brain

Josie had taken her fantasy football draft preparation to an entirely new level. She wanted desperately to go beyond the mundane study of average draft positions and viable draft strategies; she wanted to understand the decision making process. It hardly surprised Jodie to find herself stooped over her husband’s lifeless body, poking and prodding at the grey mush of his brain, looking for any insight into how the stupid thing worked.

- C.D. Carter

Check out C.D. Carter’s new facebook page promoting his forthcoming ebook How To Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner

(Reblogged from planeis)

Pink’s Question

"Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?" I asked my son, sitting across from me in the diner, his long, dirty hair hanging to his shoulders, his sparse beard tangled and matted. The baby I had once rocked to sleep, singing that very line from my favorite song, did not speak, but answered me with the emptiness in his unblinking eyes, which had seen so much human degradation — the kind you cannot un-see. My boy was in his cage, staring outward.

- C.D. Carter

 and check out his new ebook on the Kindle Store Here

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Fantasy Football Draft Day Murder part 3

It was like a scene from a gladiator flick, with blood and teeth flying every which way in slow motion because, well, Denny’s body was flooded with adrenaline, as it always had been at the thought of seeking revenge against the fantasy football league members who had caused him such unknowable angst over all these years. There were people with rusty butcher knives sunken deep in their gut, screaming to the heavens for death, people with chains squeezed around their breaking necks, people with ribs pulverized by the massive blows of brass knuckles, and all Denny could think was, God, I hope Malcolm Floyd is available late — dude could be a stud.

- C.D. Carter

C.D. Carter is a reporter, author of zombie stories, writer for The Fake Football and Sports Jerks. Fantasy Sports Writers Association member. His work  has been featured in the New York Times. Follow C.D. on Twitter @CDCarter13

Fantasy Football Draft Day Murder part 2

The basement on draft day was a powder keg of long-held resentments and well-placed barbs made painful and stale over time; hatred was everywhere, so thick you could slice it up and eat it straight out of the air. The battle royale started like the most vengeful game of dominoes you’ve ever played: Pat sprayed his bear mace into Evan’s eyes, screaming almost unintelligibly about last year’s Fred Jackson trade, and Evan — even blind — wrapped his chain around Pat’s neck, yanked him to the ground, and pounced atop his rival with all the rage of all the years.

- C.D. Carter

C.D. Carter is a reporter, author of zombie stories, writer for The Fake Football and Sports Jerks. Fantasy Sports Writers Association member. His work  has been featured in the New York Times. Follow C.D. on Twitter @CDCarter13

Question Until You’re Blue in the Face

The reporter’s editor demand that he land an interview with the president, during election season, no less. At the next day’s editorial meeting, the reporter tied his editor to a chair, pulled an Obama mask over his fat, pink face and asked him many questions, including which body parts he treasured most.

- C.D. Carter

Guest C.D. Carter with another entry that seriously stretched the boundaries of what I’m willing to publish. Maybe next year Miniature Fiction can undergo a format change to be stories under 500 words…. 

 and check out his new ebook on the Kindle Store Here

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Fantasy Football Draft Day Murder Part 1 

The basement was full of killers: Andy with his customized spiked brass knuckles; Victor gripping his trusty machete; Evan cradling his whipping chain; Sam gripping a duo of rusty butcher knives; Pat with his bear mace in hand. My God, Denny thought as he descended into the basement, this is the day our fantasy football threats come nightmarishly true.

- C.D. Carter

Guest C.D. Carter with another entry that seriously stretched the boundaries of what I’m willing to publish. Maybe next year Miniature Fiction can undergo a format change to be stories under 500 words…. 

 and check out his new ebook on the Kindle Store Here

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Morning in Ayn Rand’s America

It was on a morning of golden, uninterrupted sunlight in the Land of Plenty that Mother decided it was high time for Daughter to learn the lessons of self interest, in all its brutal glory. “Please, mommy, my tummy is rumbling — it hurts, it burns,” Daughter whined at the breakfast table, watching with hungry eyes as Mother devoured her comically high stack of pancakes, topped with a sea of syrup, fresh fruits and a top hat of whipped cream. Hardly able to speak with her mouth filled with warm pancake, the syrup dripping down her chin, Mother smiled as best she could and said, “I am merely ensuring civilization survives by rejecting the the morality of altruism, sweetheart; besides, honey, it’s time you realize I am a woman who does not exist for others.”

- C.D. Carter

Guest C.D. Carter with another entry that seriously stretched the boundaries of what I’m willing to publish. Maybe next year Miniature Fiction can undergo a format change to be stories under 500 words…. 

 and check out his new ebook on the Kindle Store Here

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