Cide


I can almost feel the indent on the bed still. My mind is playing tricks on me, as I convince myself the area still feels warm from her body heat. Time has a tendency to evaporate into thin air when you’re comfortable and content and only too late will you realise what it really is. I clench a fist of the bed sheet as I remind myself she is not present. I feel like I need her now more than ever. Several times I felt like the happiest man alive, but slowly those were overshadowed by kicking and screaming as time passed by. The cloud will never stay pink. It’s colour is going to fade and before you notice it, it has turned to dark red and is soon to become completely desaturated.

I convinced myself I needed her. Whenever we were not together I was craving my drug; her. I struggled to maintain my relationship to the outside world as the addiction grew. We offered each other excuses, we diverted our individual paths and ran away - sometimes near, sometimes far. We could disappear for days at a time, spending t

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S. A.


By John W. Vander Velden

I had been in the program for more than six months. Sitting quietly I have listened to others speak, unready to share my own story…that is until tonight. Now it’s my turn, I move to the front of the room to take my place beside Art, our leader, and look down at the faces of the twenty some others I have joined week after week.

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The Finger


It had been awhile. Three years to be exact. Jim hadn’t seen Gregory is three whole years. I mean, he had seen him several times through various photos that he had been tagged in on Facebook, but Facebook doesn’t count. He had missed his friend.

At one point they were as a close as his index and middle finger. Unfortunately it seemed as if the the hand to which they were attached in this analogy had formed a peace sign. No, he thought, its like one of the fingers was cut off, put in a box and sent to North Carolina to live with a new hand and forgot to call or text the hand it had grown up with. Its not even like that finger had an excuse because it literally only takes one finger to text the other hand or even just one of the original fingers. Like, I get that it may have been challenging to send a text with one finger, but one text in three years is not much to ask for. What a stupid fucking finger, stupid fucking middle finger, Jim thought.

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The Writer


Well, he had done it. He had finished his first short story and was seconds away from posting it on Tumblr. He moved his curser down to the lower right hand corner of the white box he had opened to pen his first post. The tiny black arrow transformed to a small white glove as it glided over the blue, “Post,” button. By pressing down he would change his life forever. He would no longer be an unemployed college graduate, no, he would become a writer. He feared that his new career as a master of the written word would take time away from his other responsibilities.

How would he find the time to come up with new material as a part time Twitter comedian?

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Unveiling UN-man


Zoe Zane here, reporting for the Weekly Planetoid News Network. There’s a new hero here in Bigopolis, and he’s just apprehended a gang of thugs who may be connected to one of the city’s top crime syndicates. He seemed to appear out of nowhere when the alleged gunmen were making their escape from the First Bigopolis Bank and Trust Company (FiBBATCO).

Moments after this strange visitor showed up, all the stolen cash vanished from the robbers’ hands and then rematerialized inside the vault of the FiBBATCO Building. I’m hoping the new superhero will consent to an interview...Oh, here he is now...Uh, excuse me, sir, are you responsible for the miraculous recovery of the FiBBATCO cash?

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The Broken Wings of Forgiveness


Michael, a humble, devoted, kind husband and a caring father was struck by a tragedy that weakens his faith in good. He abandons everything to seek and to serve cold justice to those behind it. As he joins forces with a powerful and mysterious deity on the condition that he has to save mankind and most importantly, track down his real enemies. The battle he faces makes him embrace his sole purpose in life, but what he later discovers will either make or break him.

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Anna the Human


A savage race known as the Puricans who use Humans as food are fast running out of supplies which can threaten their existence and so must attack their rival race the Redicans, who they believe are the cause of their growing food shortages.

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Saving Rose Green


Saving Rose Green is a short story that tells the tale of Rose Green, who is an inch away from unravelling the truth when the key witness to exposing one of the ugliest crimes committed is killed. Thinking she is backed by the most trusted organisation, she got caught up in the never-ending war between two worlds and their idea of a free world.

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John Death


In the search for protection from his enemies, a wealthy businessman hires the service of John Death, a hero to whom he owes his life, and hands the keys to his empire which within lies his sole possession; his daughter. A move which would later see its folly.

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Perils of Candy Cuthway


A young and vibrant woman finds herself ensnared in a web of fantasy, as circumstance leads her to an intriguing confident stranger who transforms her life with the delights of style, romance and vanity. He places the rare sweet nectar of desire at her feet. But is he divine, or merely a distraction from her main mission?

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Unaware


[WP] The apocalypse has continued for years now, but you've never noticed.

Bob was playing xbox and eating pizza. There were very few people on servers these days for some reason, and most of them were noobs, but it just made it extra fun to crush their teams.

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