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An Elegant Solution by Trisha Lea
The floors were impossibly white. Whiter than anything Garrett had seen in his lifetime, except maybe the blistering sun on a July afternoon. The overhead lights reflected on the smooth tiles, casting miniature pools of delicate light under his scuffed brown boots. Clouds of dust drifted from his feet with…
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Women of Flesh by Sophie Gregory
“And nothing can we call our own but deathAnd that small model of the barren earthWhich serves as paste and cover to our bones.For God’s sake, let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad stories of the death of kings.”– William Shakespeare The metallic tearing of the breakfast tin didn’t…
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Erin Kowalski and the Nexus of Time by Brandon Chinn
Erin swung her feet over the water, kicking to the percussion of waves breaking against the docks. Her legs sawed the chilled nothingness as she watched dark crests dash themselves against the wood only to disperse into foam and bubbles. A lamppost illuminated her, casting a blurry corona of golden…
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Nothing Lasts by David Estringel
Stars fall against the murk of the night sky, a rain of fireflies, dying in mid-flight, hurtling, heralding, upon gentle heads blow, cruel truths. Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts. Listen to the harmony, that inaudible peal (Ong), that sets heavenly bodies to spin, amidst everchanging kaleidoscopes of the Void’s sacred geometries, pulling, tugging at Fate, with the waxing and waning of single points of light. Nothing lasts. Nothing lasts. We, the kings and…
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Point Blank by Paige Bagby
Chapter 1 It started with a point, as it always does. One thing that gets every other thing started in a never-ending series of events that will all one day lead somewhere. Possibly. Definitely. Sometimes. In this instance, the point was named Candace Styles and was placed on the corner…
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Old World by C.L. Spillard
I align the crystal mirrors: laser precision. The bearings are set: four dimensions. A century reverses in a swirl. I stand on a storm-swept hillside. A croft crouches under ragged skies. My footsteps pad on cracked, moss-covered flagstones. I lift the latch: bob under damp eaves. Warm peat embers glow…
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Lunar Beekeeper by Qurat Dar
The bees were uneasy. Another failed hunt, an empty-handed return to their hives. Something in their programming still let them feel something close to apprehension. Disappointment. The Apiary was only a shadow of what it used to be. The Beekeeper sprayed a fine mist of LAMS-34 into each hive as…
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Thank You, Grandpa by Tom Gumbert
“Goodness,” Rachel said watching his fingers work the dirt. She stared at the wriggling digits as they pawed, clawed, pushed and prodded through the rich topsoil of the family cemetery. “It’s been years since I’ve seen you this energetic. Thank you, Grandpa.” She touched the headstone with her fingertips. “Hard…
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Out of Sync by Michael Chin
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