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Being Honest
Jason had convinced himself he was dating a real girl, until she asked him for a ride to the android factory where she could score an upgrade. She told him she was considerably behind, due to her dataport having a loose…
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Narcissism vs. Nihilism
In this story I let the actress play her part. She is telling a true story. She has her audience crying. But the flowers in her hat are wilted and turning brown and one of her stockings has dropped. She rises…
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Wilfred and Ruth
We stay off the roads and keep to the woods, cutting the brush with machetes.Old Wilfred falls and dies on the summit. Now we move by dead reckoning, heading the direction he pointed before he died.Only Wilfred’s friend…
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The Cult of Trekkies and Coffee
After graduation, I had to buy everything for my first apartment: bed, sheets, plates, desk, and bookcase. Most of my new possessions were from yard sales. At one sale I found a pair of Star Trek mugs emblazoned with…
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Legacy
Legacy Bookshop was kaput. For 42 years Sarah maternally operated this quaint literary haven. She saw her baby flourish, albeit modestly. Putting all your eggs in one basket might pay dividends, it seemed. But rapacity…
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Fragments
She found the body fragments when she cleaned the attic. All dried and shriveled up in a wooden box—teeth, hair, nails, umbilical cord. Five sets of each in envelopes, named and dated. She wished it was a memory box…
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The Return
The media liked to call it ‘the Boomerang Probe’, whenever they could be nudged into reporting on its progress. More prosaically, the team of scientists and engineers behind its development had named it the…
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On and On and On
On the fifth anniversary of his father’s heroic death in a far-off jungle, a nine-year-old boy pleads and screams as he’s dragged into a tool shed by his drunken stepfather. On the twenty-fifth anniversary, the boy…
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The Game
Mum pointed at the grass, still lush-green despite the summer.“Tread softly,” she said. “The dead soldiers lie just under the surface.”She loved highlighting hidden dangers.Everything came with a warning, another test…
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Butterfingers
He pronounced his name, ‘Gee’, like the French name, Guy. That’s what he said when I hired him as a dishwasher. But, he left the plates greasy. And, he kept breaking the glasses as they slipped through his hands. I was…
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Oh, the Places You'll Go Into!
Black was slimming; red-and-white stripes, not so much. I guess black would make me look like the Grim Reaper. Not a good look for a hospital volunteer.“You’re early,” Hunter, the pharmacy supervisor, said, his bearded…
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Cursed
To stay safe and free is a constant battle. Wherever I land, wherever I hide, human hands plunge into reeds, rushes, and bushes - thorns or not. To smear pond weed and carrion blood on my golden feathers is of little…
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A Different View
Alex slipped on his Augmented Reality goggles and stepped into the street. With a blink he could edit out the noise and smell of the chaotic world. As he walked, he removed the tramps and beggars, the joggers and the…
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Yard Sailing
"Yard sales," Dad muttered. "These vultures want you to practically give it away.""Yeah, that's why you just sell the junk and donate the good stuff." One person's unwanted junk is…
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Moirai
In the bare hills beyond the derelict town, the few spared trees were exposed to the savage wind, whispering ancient secrets as they were ravaged.For a moment Atropos was transfixed by that tortured dance.Soft sounds at…
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Wildfires
A dense cloud of dreams from across the border settled over the city. City officials urged the citizens to stay up as long as possible. Loudspeakers on street corners blasted patriotic music throughout the day.…
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No Words
No peace, even here, only rustling and whispers. Her eyes settle on the red glass votives. She slips over, kneels, puts her face in her hands. She wasn't religious. Lost all that long ago. Or, maybe, it was taken.…
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Winter Leaves
At the end of a cold autumn I counted the leaves on our tree. One fell. The brittle thing in my soft hand. I walked inside to procure some tape. Once back, I secured it. My cheeks fell: two other leaves must've…