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Digitz (superhero flash fiction/short story)

Digitz always wondered: when it came to sucker punches, who was considered the sucker? The clown doing the punching, or the idiot who didn’t see it coming? The answer seemed all too obvious the split second it took for his … Continue reading

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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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The Tenacious Plant

Eryka found the Roberts’ invitation for her to stay overnight to be…unsettling. She and their daughter were childhood friends, but Pam had been gone for years. Disappeared. Crawled out of her bedroom window and into the inky blackness of the … Continue reading

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Float (superhero flash fiction/short story)

She named herself Archimedes because she made things float. It was supposed to be clever, a cute homage, but no one got it except unimpressed physicists. ‘Wouldn’t a name like Buoyancy make more sense?’ they’d ask, ignoring her obvious flair … Continue reading

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Relief (or Perpetual Anxiety of the Modern Millennial)

Like every tale of misadventure in Aliah’s life, this one started with her being paralyzed by guilt. Would you like to donate to Hurricane Irma relief? “Hon, just go ahead and press a button. It ain’t that serious.” “You’re not in my … Continue reading

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Perfection Not Guaranteed

“Your card…open it!” Brail said, childlike. They had everything. So finding the perfect gifts got increasingly difficult every year. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries– a rising tide of anxiety. “You like it?” he asked. “The poem? It’s Yeats. Let me read it for … Continue reading

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The Perfect Swing

Malik practiced his swing in the mirror. “Perfect,” he whispered to himself. He put on his cleats and jersey. He played with his cap’s position on his head. Maybe his wife didn’t take the office baseball tournament seriously, but he … Continue reading

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