Alpha Kestrel — Assassin of the Dead - 365tomorrows
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Alpha Kestrel — Assassin of the Dead - 365tomorrows
Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer Once upon a moonstruck hour, a newborn baby was stolen. Snatched from the cold place upon which she lay swaddled and still and stashed with leather hands beneath the wet warmth of an old man’s beading oilskin poncho. Pools of shed torrent on the hospital floor the only trace of […]
Genemother - 365tomorrows
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Dutch Courage - 365tomorrows
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The Inhabitants of Garden 778 - 365tomorrows
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The Inhabitants of Garden 778 - 365tomorrows
Author: Moh Afdhaal Alam waded through the forest of chartreuse banana pepper shrubs arrayed on the red sand of Garden 778, beelining towards the lone brown offspring of a healthy-looking plant. “Jabar, could you diagnose this one please?” Instinctively, Alam looked up at the sky. It didn’t take long to find the speck on the […]
Workers of The World, Automate - 365tomorrows
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A Card from Me to Myself - 365tomorrows
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A Card from Me to Myself - 365tomorrows
Author: Claude Ramone Bernhard He arrives. I expect a shock of gray or two but, instead, his once black hair has all gone white. He sits in the chair with the high back. His chest heaves as he goes for the breast pocket of his work shirt. He pulls out his deck of cards and […]
Little Flags - 365tomorrows
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The Time Machines - 365tomorrows
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The Museum of Nothing | Nature
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Chaos Theory | Spelk
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Pixie Dust | Spelk
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Chaos Theory
by Howie Good I like naps. As it wasn’t too late, I wanted to enjoy a nap under a tree. I started for the door, but a short stocky man with an uncanny resemblance to Stalin, the dictator who put th…
Pixie Dust
by Maura Yzmore It was nearly morning when Wendy landed on the railing of the balcony just outside her bedroom. Gently, she touched down on the tips of her toes. Slowly, she flapped her translucent…
Single-Cell Thunderstorm | Spelk
archived 16 Aug 2022 13:45:39 UTC
Single-Cell Thunderstorm
by Wilson Koewing In the sky above Rouses Market, anvil-shaped thunderclouds matured. Jane Sprinkle — red hair draped over the hood of a yellow rain jacket — admired the looming storm and went insi…
Delete as Applicable | Spelk
archived 16 Aug 2022 13:33:10 UTC
Delete as Applicable
by Rich Giptar It was sunny enough to burn so we took the bus/Renault/Land Rover down to Skegness/Bournemouth/Sandbanks beach. I loved the beach though I’d never learned how to swim/how to snorkel/…
I’ll Have What He’s Having
by Chris Milam You can learn a lot about a man by what he spreads across his wholegrain English muffin. If he uses butter, he is delusional and uninformed. The good trumps the bad in the mind of a …
I’ll Have What He’s Having | Spelk
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Virginia Creeper | Spelk
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Virginia Creeper
by Sebnem Sanders Ivy fascinated Ivan. English, with prominent white or yellow-green veins. Boston, with a reddish bronze colour in the spring, and bright, deep green during summer, turning to shad…
Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Blood, Bone, Seed, Spark by Aimee Ogden
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The Ones Who Walk | Abyss & Apex
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Factory Girl | Abyss & Apex
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Factory Girl | Abyss & Apex
Comets Are Named for Their Discoverers – AEscifi
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