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Double History by Amy Charlotte Kean
At school, we’d be jubilant when the TV was wheeled in. Hungry for a Night of the LongKnives, feather-brained Braunor learning how to salute with two fingers. If the teacher was two minutes late, we knew.Heard the metal scrape and screech along the concrete floor, Hearts imploding like a neglected buzz bomb. …
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No Time for Obsession by Andy McClung
The apartment is remarkable in its orderliness but depressing in its utilitarianism, exactly as Katherine Doyle had imagined it. Well, at least those few times over the last fifteen years that she had bothered to think about where her father lived. The suit, her father’s only one, is easy enough…
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The Star Glass by Lucy Whitehead
It was the end of the worldbut we did not know it.Scientists had been replacedby enchanters and magicians,and priests of the light foughtthose of the dark arts. All had been put in place,all the verses spoken,all the potions stirred.We thought we had it in hand;everything seemed normal,except the silence. First…
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Hercules Takes a Walk by Merril D. Smith
Hercules was a bit of a dandy. See him there, dressed carefully for his walk in a blue coat with velvet collar, stepping on the cobblestones with his gold stick and fancy shoes, purchased with money earned by selling the kitchen slops. Through Philadelphia streets, he walks, well-known–the President’s cook–he…
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Buried by Monica Kagan
A jumble of artefactsburied beneath the scarred earthsurround my desiccated form.Amulets of claycracked and splinteredlie embedded in the ridges of my palm. Shafts of air swirl,as a dust-encrusted shovelpeels off a hundred centuries of dirtfrom my lava-sculpted brow.An orange orb of lightexplores the rough architecture of my graveilluminating my bony…
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‘Flower For Your Sweetheart’ by Chloe Smith
London, 1898. ‘Flower for your sweetheart?’ Della heard the voice of a young man, hoarse from a morning of work, call out to the couples who carried themselves like they were on a stroll in a garden and not a bustling, smoggy street. The men nearly always bought one, laughing…
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