W hen the knock came, Penny had thought it would be insistent and bold. The way she remembered him. Instead, it fluttered, hesitant, against the door like the wings of a broken bird. She might have missed it if she hadn’t been waiting for it. He’d been smart to send a runner ahead to let […]
M emo to whoever finds this floating hunk of half-chewed junk: You might think it’s odd to come across a wooden capsule adrift in space. You also might think it would be a bad idea to build a spaceship out of that same wood. And you’d be right, but not because
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Dennis Scriber’s recent activity on BottomsUp: The World’s #1 Beer-Rating App Pure Bliss Milk Stout Authentic West Brewing Co. 3.7/5 Beer rated on Friday, April 19, 5:34 p.m. Thick and creamy with hints of toffee on the back end. Velvety mouthfeel. I drank this one on the bus to the mall. Not many other passengers. Either
A lex looks down the cliff, then stares at me, rolls his eyes as if I wouldn’t dare, and I stare back at him because I can’t believe him, I can’t believe what he’s suggesting, he says, I’ll jump if you jump, and I take a look down at the deep blue waters, inviting but
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T he sky rotated into a yellow-green, the kind where the sun strove to shine through. Cindy stayed out in the yard. Her son texted hide in the basement! A siren wailed through the empty street. But Cindy waited. She’d just finished washing the dishes
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I’m old enough to smoke and fight in a war. How is it unsafe for me to drive down the street without Car doing it for me? From the couch in the living room, I peek through the blinds to spy on Car, who’s sitting in the driveway. Parked. Smug.
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