A.g. Scott

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“The Metanet” by A.g. Scott

Mom’s basement, 3 A.M.A wall of text raced through the terminal, blurring in Brandon’s strained eyes. He leaned back in his poor chair and took an asthmatic breath, hoping, praying that the code would finally work. His aching fingers rubbed the coarse patch of hair that ran from his chin down to his Adam’s apple. He felt gross. A lot had changed in the last few months. For one, he had been laid off from his big tech dream job. But perhaps that had been a blessing: somehow, somewhere deep in the pits of the ensuing depres...

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“Plenty of Fish” by A.g. Scott

I am never going on another first date.I don’t care much for dating in general, but I guess it beats drinking alone. On second thought, no, that’s a bald-faced lie. Drinking alone is kickass. But heed my warning: if you stay in hermit mode for too long, people will start coming up with all sorts of unfair assumptions, like he’s asocial, or he’s depressed. True, but unfair nonetheless.I’m not sure how Aaron got me to agree to join him on a double date. I’m not even sure how we ...

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“Carrying Light” by A.g. Scott

Lucy, my North Star,I got your letter through a messenger boy here in Cheyenne. You never were one to mince words, were you?Leaving you like that, all of a sudden, was wrong. I realize that now.If I expected it to take this long, maybe I never would have gone. But I wanted you to know, the job is done. The Jeffs brothers won’t be bothering nobody, not ever again. So, assuming y’all would have me, you and little Annabelle would sure be a sight for these so...

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“The Next Right Note” by A.g. Scott

Isaiah knows he is ‘black.’Nobody will let him forget it: not his mother, not his doctor, and certainly not his fair-skinned private school classmates. Rarely does he think of race when he is all alone, but everywhere he goes, from the time he makes his bed in the morning to the time he crawls back under the sheets at night, he faces sobering reminders. For reasons he doesn’t quite understand, this wears him down, little by little, until he is far more fatigued than a ten-year-old boy has any right to be. Mostly, it leav...

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“A Soldier” by A.g. Scott

Daniel Maron took the toy from a mound of rubble outside Berlin. He did not know which poor child it had belonged to previously, and he did not much care. The Führer, long may he rot, had already taken his coward’s exit. The Allies had won and, as dictated by the old saying, the victors had a right to collect their spoils.Other men had chosen their souvenirs: this man a red armband, that man an iron cross, that one an officer's tongue. Daniel did not seek anything so morbid. He did not seek anything at all, and ...

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“His Angel” by A.g. Scott

Little Andrew Locke sat cross-legged on the grass beside his parents’ caravan, pretending not to hear the terrible things they were shouting at each other. As was often the case, they were arguing about him, although not directly. They hollered ceaselessly about money, and schooling, and life on the road: things that would not be problems if Andrew wasn’t around, or had never been born. Father should be shouting at me, he thought. Everything would be so much simpler, he knew, if his parents would only admit...

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“Mountain of Silence” by A.g. Scott

If a man dies in a remote cabin, and nobody remembers he ever existed, does he really die? Martin Roth etches these words into the jacket of the last book left in his once expansive library. The rest of the lot are hollow bindings strewn about—frayed, leathery carcasses curling in the winter sun that pours through the window by the hearth. Mr. Roth cannot catch, even if he is looking very hard, the tiniest glimpse of the warped floorboards beneath his feet. His world is empty books and stacks of paper surroundin...

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“Curriculum Vitae” by A.g. Scott

“Shall we begin, Dr. Nakamura?”“What? Who are you? What are you doing here?”“There you go—we brought you some coffee. Sorry about the imposition. We’ve come for an interview.”“Christ, the application deadline was weeks ago. In any case, you’re not making a very good impression by sneaking into my home before the sun has risen. Hold on, what do you mean, ‘we?’ There’s more than one of you?”“Turn the light on, you’ll see.”“OH GOD! Uh… Pardon m...

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“Ghost Town” by A.g. Scott

Some men are themselves ghost towns, gathering dust, unspeaking and wooden-faced in the aching hollow of something long lost. Others boom, shiny and new, laughing often to stave off the aching hollow of something they have yet to find. The man who tended bar at Jebediah’s Hole, Rob Whitley, was this latter sort. Just twenty-one, he only worked at his uncle’s saloon for one hot summer between semesters at the University of Wisconsin. He expected, when his time was up, he would come back east with some hard-earned cash and a better understa...

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“The Heart of War” by A.g. Scott

1 // Andrei.There was nothing anyone could do to stop it: darkness was about to fall on the quiet village of Elinya.And so, as the last swells of light sank behind the Rhodope Mountains, the people made their preparations. Torches flickered to life along the main roads and at the gates. Clean smoke swirled up from chimneys and floated away with the westward wind. Quiet prayers went on behind closed doors, some to Christ, some to Allah. Every ordinary family had their ordinary routine, a...

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“Mist and Blood” by A.g. Scott

Yarra weighed less than nothing. Her last step on the windswept stone was perfect and, with a powerful thrust, she'd launched herself from the face of the cliff. Cherry blossom petals twirled up in her wake, stirred to dance by the music in her deft motion.If she had looked down then, she would have seen the ocean of mist beneath her, swirling for miles down and in every direction. She would have been paralyzed by fear, not only for the prospect of falling down to the toothy crags, but for the horrifying truth of the mis...

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“The Bird” by A.g. Scott

This Christmas Eve should not have been merry; the air was cold and dry, and the wind whipped and stung like a cat o' nine. Nevertheless, the echoes of the bombastic holiday parade on Main could be heard in the city’s every nook and cranny, and candleglow peeked over the rooftops to ward away the night.Roscoe had taken two wrong turns on the way to see his lady Meredith, and found himself wandering down dim alleyways lined with miserable mendicants. Where these shabby fellows huddled around flaming bins for warmth, an ac...

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“My Sometime Flame” by A.g. Scott

My sometime flame,This is my sixth attempt at writing this letter, so I hope you will forgive me for the lack of art in it. I have come to the conclusion that words themselves could never capture all that I hope to express, but, for you, I will try my best. It has been four weeks since his majesty, with all the ignorance of a daughter’s father and all the force of a king, made up his mind that I ought to be married posthaste. “Consider yourself lucky, Rue,” he said to me. “Your older sisters had to...

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“Ichabod” by A.g. Scott

The lunar civilization’s third age of prosperity had come to an abrupt and bloody end.Errit Saloran parked his ranging rover in the lot of the Hawking hypercomputing compound under oxydome 42. The sun’s white light, tempered by the semi-translucent conductive panels overhead, cast deep, dark shadows. The tump-tumps of Errit’s marching grav boots were lonely in a hollow silence. Hollow for the lack of traffic on the thoroughfare. Hollow for the stillness of the solar windmills looming above. Hollow forevermore, i...

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“How it Crumbles” by A.g. Scott

The quiet winter storm reminded Pamela Thornton that nothing screams like silence.She stood at attention before a tall window in the conference room at the law offices of Weimar & Dollop. Outside the falling snow looked a pale gray, almost ashen, except for a few flurrying white cones beneath the arcs of the parking lot lamps. She smiled softly to herself. The whole lot was covered in a few inches of snow, and every vehicle looked just about the same, with their dull panels of gray metal. Her bug, meanwhile, stood ou...

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