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Body Swap

Body Swap

Sawyer awoke in a room strewn with naked bodies. Head pounding from sex and hard drugs. There was a snafu, this meat sack was breaking down. The last two, both the hard option, were overdose emergencies and barely viable.

The next would be soft and healthy, possibly untouched with perfect skin and long flowing hair. Sawyer watched as any trace was erased from the shell and blushed thinking of the pleasure it would bring. An empty vessel waiting for download to commence.

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Flaw In the Equation

Flaw In the Equation

Humanity had landed men on the moon and sent spacecraft on missions through the solar system but deep space remained elusive, an expanse too vast for life to traverse. In spite of every effort, no viable options had emerged allowing interstellar travel. Naturally, the human ego determined the physics of space travel impossible. Never stopping to think that maybe humans were the flaw in the equation, not mentally complex enough to comprehend the science required to open a door to the stars.

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The Damned

The Damned

Caleb’s bloody signature was still sticky on the parchment as bullets ripped down the corridor. Innocent souls falling in the wake of his father’s raven-black London Fog. His essence, seized within these walls, promised in return.

Stumbling backward, searing white-hot pain radiating outward… Satan had reneged on the deal.

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Bandages and Scars

Bandages and Scars

He’d broken through the years of armour she’d built around herself. He continued as her defenses fell away, the barrage cutting flesh before plunging into her heart. It was cruel not because of the words chosen but the truth they spoke.

There weren’t enough bandages to hide the self-inflicted wounds. Her fingers rough across the scars she’d bear for a lifetime.

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The Second Age

The Second Age

Mammalian usurpers long extinguished,
Humanity’s short reign relegated,
to the archaeological record.

On the wings of our avian descendants,
Earth’s second age of the dinosaur,
now in full bloom.

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The Back Door

The Back Door

Lorenzo stood alongside the back door, blending into the stench of excess discarded in the alley as the discord sounds of an orchestra in preparation hummed.

Vibrating with anticipation in the moments of silence before high society roared to life and music filled the evening air. It wasn’t as crisp or clean as sitting inside the acoustically flawless opera house. Still, when the purest of soprano voices rose above orchestral synchronicity his spirit would swell and soar.

…as one final tragic note slips beyond her lips, a single tear escapes his grasp, and then applause…       

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Anahi’s Quest

Anahi’s Quest

Anahi and Erardo descended the ancient steps, the tiny hairs on their skin taut in the cold damp air. Abuela had used the last of her strength to release her clenched fist, placing the ancient script in Anahi’s hand.

This long-forgotten alcazar held secrets. Its endless passages winding back through time, the souls of its keep drawn to the labyrinth’s fulcrum. She knew Erardo was chasing his heart, but would he follow her across the threshold…

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Aurora

Aurora

Egan stood invisible along the edge of the northern tree line, in the absence of manufactured light to blot out connection to the universe. Eyes fixated on the heavens above, the coruscant green-blue waves of the solar wind setting Earth’s magnetic ceiling alight. A dazzling reminder of humanity’s insignificance in the vast cosmos.

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A Miners Lament

A Miners Lament

Weeks working long hours in the remote oil sands had taken their toll but today the company-sponsored busses rolled into the Saloon of this makeshift northern town.

The jamboree would run non-stop for the next five days, it was time to cut loose. The booze would flow and the comfort girls, drawn to payday money, would be primed and ready for the carousing to begin.

Billy hated himself watching the stranger, her curves rocking in his lap. Back east, his Annie was waiting for his return.

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