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Sunset

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The dying sun sinks down over the horizon

illuminating the sky in a myriad crepuscular shades

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Have I Died?

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Sonoda Gin gathers fruit at her local grocery store just off the east coast of Japan. She hums a soft tune to herself as she adds several plump peaches and a few crimson cherries to her basket. After paying the cashier, she leaves the store with a huge smile on her face. Her bag of fruit swings above cobble stoned streets as she makes her way through the city.

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A Real Girl

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Forgive me if I don’t seem exactly charming today, but it’s the worst day of my life. What’s wrong? I just had my heart torn out and dashed to the pavement. That’s what’s wrong.

I never had anyone for myself, anyone who really cared about me, until I met Gwen. She was the kind of girl that everyone dreams about. For the past two months we met every evening online at 6:00 and just talked for hours. We never ran out of things to say to each other. We had so much in common. I knew almost from the beginning that we were soul mates.

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What The Dead Want To Know

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Richmond Thomas was an erudite man. He had the fortune of being born into a wealthy family that expected and encouraged an intellectually curious and worldly outlook from their children. Richmond attended an Ivy League University. Everyday of his seventy years on Earth was welcomed as a new opportunity to experience, learn and understand.

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The Fuck Pit

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After all these years, Mavis and Karlo Duncano are quite a team. The couple met at Coney Island. It was lust at first sight and love eventually entered the picture a very short time later. They are still together, still partners and the best of friends. Mutual Muses, that they are. Through the turbulence of the last fifty odd years, they still remain quite a unique and eccentric item. He the wacky inventor/writer, she the serious artist.

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Huns vs Nuns

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Life had never been the same since the Huns had taken over. On the 2nd of May 2017, the Huns had suddenly reappeared, as if waking from a deep slumber. They swarmed all over the Earth, conquering country after country, until they controlled the whole world. Everyone had to submit to the Huns, or face death.

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Pen Pal

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Dear Amy,

I feel like I can confide in you, I hope I’m not overstepping my grounds. You’ve been a good friend to me these last few months despite our never meeting face to face, although I hope to have the opportunity soon. I found this letter a difficult one to pen with us being only silent voices to one and other – where does the line get drawn in such a relationship?

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Timing Isn't Everything

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Larry Schmidt, assistant to Ernest Haptig PhD, was contemplating the biggest risk of his life.  It might cost him his life, but he felt he owed Haptig at least that much.  It was Haptig who brought him into a prestigious national laboratory.  Haptig took him on as his assistant, despite the serious shortcomings in Schmidt’s education in the science they were exploring.

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Silence

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The wind filled the sails and propelled the ship gracefully through the water.  With the land always visible to the starboard and the ocean to the port, the ship made its way up the coast.  The Chief Mate assigned Justin, Jake, and Elan, each, to a member of the crew who taught them as much and as quickly as they could.  Justin worked with the ships carpenter who taught him how to maintain the ship at sea and tend to injured crew. 

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There's Not Enough Room

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A few weeks ago, we intercepted the first message. I'm an astronomer, at the Gold-stone Space Communications Complex, essentially a radio telescope. Working here for nearly 6 years and finding nothing too exciting, you could only imagine the mayhem which broke loose when something fired back at our deep space messages. When we received the message, I was still busy in my office, busy with my salty Panzanella salad and a cold Latte Macchiato, when Jules, the head of our team as well as my wife burst through the door grinning widely like an 8 year old who stole a bar of chocolate.

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