• Miss Fortune (Zach Davis)

    I make a mental note to later slip the volunteer my business card (“Your life is written in the stars, and Jade can read the handwriting!”), then I blow the whistle given to each pair of searchers, alerting everyone that little Bobby Calloway’s been found. When we started out this morning, the volunteer coordinator told…

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  • I Made Him A Sandwich (Al Simon)

    Other than karaoke, he’d hit the center during inclement weather or if he wanted to use the net. Against his better judgment, he called Rory and left a message on her voicemail. “Last night was fun. I hope to get—” and he paused for a moment. And then quickly added, “We can get together soon.”

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  • Tablet (Lena Tsi)

    Tablet (Lena Tsi)

    The sky was still shedding its endless soft ash, drifting down onto her face, refusing to melt.

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  • Waggish Tales from Wrecked Roads & Rowdy Trails (Nicholas Viglietti)

    So, on those dead days in your lost mind, when the sky is gray and the sun won’t shine, and everything seems like it’s fallin’ behind, and you find yourself confused on the losin’ end of the livin-grind, you know you had (probably still do) the guts to go nuts, cut the cord loose, and…

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  • Residuals (John Leahy)

    The AI – Eidolon – found a pattern, an invisible lattice that hung just outside of what human minds could perceive. Some called it the Veil. Some said it was God’s firewall. But whatever it was, Eidolon found a way through it. And the things on the other side – those things didn’t need a…

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  • Ta-Da! (Daniel Bird)

    Mr Henley, a good magician, like a good man, can control the whole mood of a party. A corporate gig where the boss needs to be ridiculed gently to show he’s one of the team too. A child who believes for a moment that a rabbit has come from a hat. A mad group of…

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  • A Prisoner of Sadness (Plamen V.)

    The river had taken everything that night, not the gentle stream that fed the harbor, but the merciless surge of the storm swell that dragged his wife and daughter screaming into the dark.  He had stopped counting the days long ago. Time had become nothing but another warden. Dust coated the iron stairs like gray…

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