Its eyes bore into him. Francis backed away, terrified. He swung the spiked metal pole franticly at it. It shrieked gutturally at him. He thrust and the thing’s eyes widened horribly. He had pierced the thing’s neck. It screamed wetly, red pooling in the wound as Francis pulled the pole …

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This story is set in the late Roman Republic but all characters and events are fictional, any resemblance to actual historical events or persons is coincidence. The wails of women soared and echoed above the deep beating of the drums. Lamenting songs were sung, creating a cacophony of sound that …

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The door jolts open and clatters against the wall. A brief gasp punctuates the air and then two distinct thuds echo down the hallway. He winces, face contorting; part of him hopes the pain will go away, if only he can screw his face tight enough. Another part—the unfortunate, secondary …

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I was always encouraged to think outside the box and it was fair to say that I was quite good at it which was why I was so good at my job. Ideas flew into my mind like small birds flitting in and out; sometimes leaving before I knew they …

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We have been dining on the wrong side of life. It’s strange, really. This epiphany came to me on a certain chartreuse day, the kind of day where everything suddenly seems weird. Like when the taste of water is unbearable, and the washing machine seems to sing instead of complain …

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Donald’s distressed groan woke Joyce immediately. She turned as quickly as her tired muscles allowed, her knees cracking in the cold. She observed Donald’s shadowed figure. He looked asleep, but his muscles were spasming gently. His leg quaked, and then his arm. ‘Don,’ Joyce said, shaking her husband’s shoulder. ‘Wake …

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>>>Trigger Warning: This story contains references to abuse. Some readers may want to skip it, or proceed with caution<<< “I am sorry for your loss”, Mr. Banks said as he put a hand on my shoulder. I knew that the concern on his face was genuine and he meant every …

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Chelsea O’Connor sighed with frustration as she threw the last piece of paper onto the floor. ‘What does it mean?’ She gasped, clawing at her forehead. ‘What does it mean? How can I find out?’ She turned at the sound of footsteps to see her best friend, Pauline, standing at …

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“Next case. Request 14875 on entry into the Houston Reproduction Program.” Commissioner Morris looked at his fellow commissioners. “Report on the genetic analysis?” Commissioner Buchman cleared her throat. “Yes, I have the results here. The figures are looking surprisingly well. Both samples are very promising and their combination might have …

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Growing up is not as fun as we thought it would be when we were young. It’s a funny thing that can not even be described as a process, but more as a sudden event. We wake up one day, ready to go on with our lives the way we …

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by Cory O’Neile   It was past midnight when we finally tumbled back through Finton’s door, stumbling and giggling over the threshold and onto the soft cream-white carpet. I had my arm around his neck for support, hanging from him as he half-carried me inside. Finn’s face was red with …

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Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company. ~Lord Byron We’re in good company this week. Letters to modern comics, classic authors, distinguished scientists and… someone you might know Six hand written (or typed) letters to… who? Well you’ll just have to read and see. Thanks …

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