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To the Residents of Bloombasil Homeowner’s Association: Please join us in extending a warm welcome to our newest residents, B’leep and B’larp Greene. We will be hosting a welcome potluck this Saturday at the community center. A signup list of mains, sides, and desserts will be kept on the community bulletin. Kind Regards, The Members of the Bloombasil HOA Board As a ...
The moon hung low and full like a lantern over the bay, and warm breezes scattered its reflection like lace. A handsome waiter offered Elle a complimentary spritzer, which she accepted with a smile. The citrus-y bubbles and mint leaves tickled her nose. She studied the seat opposite her with anticipation. Soon, he would be here. The laughter of a passing couple caught her attention. They were quite ordina...
At the center of a long-deserted coastal city on Earth, there was a small, portable fusion-powered robot. It had three hands: one that it used for gripping objects, and two that it used for welding. In a former life, it had been one of many military-grade sentinels that had betrayed its creators. With no hope of survival, someone, somewhere, had remotely programmed it to execute one final, indefinite task. To create a mo...
Content warning for very mild sexual themes and some depictions of blood and death.-----------------------------------------------------Yes, I know I should be saving air by shutting up. But you need to stay awake. You have all the signs of a concussion: slurred speech, nausea, confusion. At least, that’s what I remember from the shows we used to watch.The main power is offline, but I sent a distress call using the portable backup. Dear anyone: please retrieve Mr. and Mrs. Callahan fro...
“You really should try the margarine, Jim. I swear it's just as good as butter, and if we both use the same kind, we can save on fridge space.” “I don't know what you have against real things, Margaret.” “It's made from – see? – vegetable oil. Vegetables are real.” “Touché. But I'm late for work.” A kiss on the forehead, a pat on my pregnant tummy, and the conversation is over. “See ...
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