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It feels as though not a day has passed since I first bled. Now I’m sitting here, dressed in heavy red fabrics, with trimmings of gold and silver prickling my skin, and heavy gold jewelry that hung from my form. The crowd bustling with cheers and applause as the elders pronounce us as husband and…
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Alma had always hated the smell of flowers. Ever since she was a child, it was enough to make her eyes water. Her mother had always told her she was overly sensitive. Hated anything too bright, too loud, too colorful. And nothing reminded her more of that hatred than the plague that struck her town. …
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Callyss’s family were monster hunters. Her parents were, her grandparents were, her sister was, and her brother in training to become one. She however, failed to enter training. Over and over again. She tried and tried but just couldn’t pass the entrance test. How could she possibly live up to her family when she was…
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Bring something to the table. It was the last line that he read before he finished the chapter and closed that book, which was an English translation of a Persian fable. Ever since morning, there was something in the air that was quixotic but beckoned us to venture out instinctively. The dead body was found…
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I winced as the wind blew furiously, pelting my legs with sand grains that felt more like a thousand tiny needles digging into my skin. The air was never still along the shore. A constant annoyance that I was forced to ignore. I bent down to pick up another greenish rock. A quick examination. I…
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It was Ellie’s turn. They tied the blindfold — really just an old bandanna — around her head, spun her around, and handed her the bat. Her first couple of swings caught nothing but spring air. Her third swing landed, but it was only a glancing blow, not enough to matter. It wasn’t until her…
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A cornflower blue Cessna aircraft flew toward the rafts, scarcely larger than a thread in the immense sky, and as it got closer it began to descend. A hundred feet, two hundred feet, its engine sputtering. “You figure it’s in some kind of trouble?” Auerbach asked anxiously. Leonard stared at the weathered plane. “I don’t…
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The fact that the singularity has been achieved and involves us not at all is almost as devastating to the mind as this revanchist vegetation is to the body. After decades of an evocative dance (intertwining limbs and even organs, the spreading of metal fingers at the command of the motor cortex, the heart freely…
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Marilyn Masterson awakes, sitting forward suddenly as if she’d been cozy in bed at home and one of her daughters had just cried out. But she’s not home. She’s in her office. She’s at work. She still faces the window. Outside, the rain still falls as it did when she dozed off for … how…
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Tear gas and Mike’s flamingo pink hair were two of the things on Harold’s mind as he stepped from his car. A strong gust of unusually cold October wind swept the hat from his head. “Shit,” he said as he watched the hat tumble down the street toward the courthouse, eventually lodging in the greasy…
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