Genre: Fiction
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Fox in the Snow
How many rounds will the smallest hand of the clock lap before my body gains the independence this seclusion has…
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On the White Pass
There are only four passengers on the platform; the lanterns stretch our shadows across the tracks, the wind sharp enough…
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Becquerel’s Armageddon Factory Settings
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When the clock struck midnight on December 12th, 2012, a baby’s cry could be heard among the low hum of…
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Honey, The Lasagna Is Burning
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Hung here on these blue-striped walls, I have been stuck staring at them for hours on end, the sight of…
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Blackout
My heart’s pounding, and the next thing I know, my bedroom has crumbled. On the brown rug, there are shards…
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The Beast
The Village: A chill wind cast across the valley, bitter and cruel. With the rotting of leaves and the threat…
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Tripping into Sedona
Every day at five-fifteen in the afternoon, The Boathouse will ring the belfry. When the bell is rung, it means…
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The Attack of the Dead Men
“Osowiec Fortress will fall today. For days it has stood proud while pounded by our artillery shells, but that ends…
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Heartfelt Baloney
Whenever Elena was asked why she wanted to become a doctor, she said the same thing: “This world is full…
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Small Talk
“Some weather we’re having today!” Mrs. Fairewell exclaimed to Mrs. Upham as they walked down the busy cobbled lane to…
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Vagabond Giant
After decades atop a hill, a colossal knight stomped down. He towered over peasants; his every step caused tremors. His…
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