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Squinting into the morning sunlight, I breathe a defeated sigh into my coffee’s steam. Through the living room window I can see three new mounds of dark soil in the back yard that weren’t there yesterday. It’s one of those golden mornings that drapes the clouds in gems, yet all I can think about is Dad’s coming mole rant. After the amount of effort he’s put into the newest traps his fury will be terrible.        ...
Pounding out a beat in time with Roger Miller, Yanna slapped the sleek body of the transport through the open window as it made its way along the mountain highway. The wind tugged at her shirtsleeves, sending gusts of hot summer air whipping into a jet up the back of her arm and across her shoulder blades. She let her eyes lose focus on the trees as they whipped past, turning them into a hazy blur of green and brown. Th...
David Tuck Sixlegs looked over the gathered mass of his fellow silverfish with carefully hidden trepidation. His stomachs bumped against one another with their nervous fluttering. There had never been so many together in the open before, so exposed. His gaze kept flashing to the nearest places of safety – the cracks and gaps, along corners, beneath objects. Everyone else seemed to have left their furtive fear behind, protected by prophecy, by David’s presence. He was not so certain. Still, his people’s jubilance was infectious, and he all...
You leave the office with the after-work glow that always accompanies the end of the work day. There’s something of the magic of childhood in that feeling. That barely perceptible feeling of freedom and possibility. That’s what the sensation is, the feeling that anything is possible. It has vague echoes of believing in Santa, or the Easter Bunny. But it’s only a miniscule fraction of those old fe...
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