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“You don’t know us. I wouldn’t trust us either. I’m Zya by the way.

They Left a Trail of Cyan By: Breanna Leslie. The next morning it’s abundantly clear that Vera is the muscle but definitely not the brains of the bandits’ operation. “Babe, I know you think we can trust Vera, but look. Are … Continue reading “You don’t know us. I wouldn’t trust us either. I’m Zya by the way.

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After a time—how long Mariah did not know

Tempest Tossed by Shaun Kilgore 4 The winds grew stronger and both ships were pounded by the now turbulent sea. The wave battered them and shoved them against each other with a sickening crunch. Mariah fought to keep her footing. Roderick … Continue reading After a time—how long Mariah did not know

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“It’s breath-taking,” Aqua said as she mused.

Across the universe By: spinnekop04 In a world where Avian Humanoids were captured, picked and prodded at like science experiments, it seemed like the best bet would be to sail to the other side of the universe. There, at least, … Continue reading “It’s breath-taking,” Aqua said as she mused.

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¿Hace bastante calor, ¿Eh?, dijo Antonio, sofocado.

La jugada maestra    Por: Maria Ardila   Bogota, Colombia                         La jugada maestra Antonio chequeó unas veinte veces si la conexión de wifi era buena. Y otras diez, si era rápida. Después de recibir respuestas afirmativas, por parte de una muy paciente agente … Continue reading ¿Hace bastante calor, ¿Eh?, dijo Antonio, sofocado.

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Oh, and it’s so cold, why didn’t I think to bring a jacket?”

Atlantis Rising By: meldawn9 Two “I can’t see anything,” said Marjorie, complaining. She wiped her eyes, smudging her makeup. “Oh, and it’s so cold, why didn’t I think to bring a jacket?” Then George jumped, as he heard other voices … Continue reading Oh, and it’s so cold, why didn’t I think to bring a jacket?”

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A veces me dan ganas de despertarlo

El secreto de Mario (capítulo I) Por: Patricia Bermejo Cáceres, España Ring, ring, ring … Suena el maldito despertador como cada mañana. Otro día más de insomnio. Me doy cuenta que estoy empapado en sudor, algo habitual en mí desde hace … Continue reading A veces me dan ganas de despertarlo

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Cooly my border collie doesn’t see the same things Rollo does

Rollo my dog likes to bark at pictures of other dogs. We have a room with one and he barks at it. I thought maybe like night gallery. Cooly my border collie he doesn’t see the same things Rollo does. Cooly paid no mind to the squirrels until he saw Rollo chase after them. Now Cooly barks at the tress thinking there’s squirrels in them. He likes to play. But the difference between Rollo and the pictures, is that Cooly can’t tell which ones have dogs, so he barks at all the pictures on the wall. By: Eugenio Zorrilla. Continue reading Cooly my border collie doesn’t see the same things Rollo does

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Anyway, he finally wakes up from all the cold and asks, “What happened honey.”

The Night Dancer By: Saloni Bhatnagar Almere Stad, Netherlands Fuck these hot flashes! I was peacefully sleeping in my bed when suddenly I realized there was sweat under my bosom. I never sweat – I used to tell this to my … Continue reading Anyway, he finally wakes up from all the cold and asks, “What happened honey.”

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El único refugio viable para el ser humano se encuentra en la tercera región

Futuros Inciertos Por: Andrius La Rotta Esquivel Bogota, Colombia  No podemos perder más tiempo. Tenemos que irnos de aquí lo antes posible. Jake, ¡Vamos! Era el año 2200, una época extraña, en donde la tierra había pasado por muchas transformaciones, el … Continue reading El único refugio viable para el ser humano se encuentra en la tercera región

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Real friendships were based on common interests, not shared roofs

2: Abode By: Aya Bassiouny The old building comprising the dormitory was in the shape of a medieval church, Miranda thought. Its garlanded windows, large and arched, were segmented into panes of stained glass. Inside, the walls were the color of sunset, a pastel citrus mesh that scented a beginning she could not quite figure. There was a carpeted spiral stairway connecting the building’s seven floors, conforming to her expectation, but also a crank elevator of which some buttons still faintly flickered, while most were out of light. A scene from a Greek myth colored the vault’s curvature–Zeus, Hermes, and maybe … Continue reading Real friendships were based on common interests, not shared roofs

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That’s the primary reason one embraces it.

What is it like to not love? Sadly it is so common it has a name. “Anhedonia,” it’s the inability to feel pleasure; when we become numb to it all. You don’t feel bad either. That’s the primary reason one embraces it. To not feel pain, but you can’t choose it that way. It’s either happy and sad, or nothing at all. Author/Editor: Eugenio Zorrilla. Continue reading That’s the primary reason one embraces it.