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Cry

Getting off work early was a welcome surprise, but it worried Trendon. For GimBle—tech giant and DARPA contractor—to close off its entire campus early? That meant something big. In Trendon’s experience with GimBle, anything big meant everything bad. “We’re getting … Continue reading

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Troubled

Momma’s suicide had been both a shock and a confirmation. Dee knew the troubles behind the old woman’s facade, the sharp cobwebs and shaky floorboards in her mind. Dee felt them in herself. “I did my crying long ago,” she … Continue reading

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The Snooze Zone (Or, A Song of Sleep and Ice)

The phone alarm screamed in his ear once, twice, three times, invading Toddrick’s dreams of winning the Iron Throne, forcing him to slam his Samsung with all the might of his sleep-numb hand. “Come back to me, Khaleesi,” he muttered, … Continue reading

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Roach Motel

The sign glowed white, like a beacon in the torrential rain. Roach Motel. Dom and Felix Rodrigues exchanged synchronized glances. Themed lodging sure as hell wasn’t their thing, but what were they going to do? Choosy beggars were always the … Continue reading

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The North Pole Syndrome

[An oldie, but one of my favorites.]   Heartless. Dickish. Mean. A scrooge. Yes, I know what the kids at school sometimes call me. I love Christmas, I love Jesus Christ, I love family and the holiday season. “Timothy, I’m … Continue reading

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American Soil (Superhero origin)

The Tibots were strange, but as customers  they were dependable. When Anwar’s father noticed their latest order—yet another jar of soil, this time from Tunisia–was unclaimed, he dispatched his son to deliver it. While it was unusual for for Mr. … Continue reading

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Heroes Don’t Come to Prudence Street

They clash in complementary colors–superpeople–hero versus villain  spandex versus leather, ideal versus the outside world. They clash, knuckles meeting flesh, bone crushing concrete, the surrounding air crackling, ionized with spite. They clash for the entire neighborhood to see, as if for … Continue reading

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