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Vortigern
by Rudi Dornemann
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December 2004
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"So far, all I've got of the castle is a shin-high parapet sketching the footprint of walls-to-be; of the dragon, one clawed and gnarled foreleg. By the time the castle's finished and furnished, I hope to have the beast complete."
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July
by Jay Lake
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September 2004
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"There is only his curiously absent sight and the blood he now sends as a libation to his ancestors."
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June
by Jay Lake
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June 2004
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"Harry was a big man, dim and useful in the manner of big, dim men."
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"The pig tunnels were every bit as dreadful as she'd thought. They ran all over Rome, connecting with the sewers and the subways and half the basements in the Eternal City. And, of course, they were full of pigs."
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April
by Jay Lake
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April 2004
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"Butterflies dance around him, mobile flowers unmoored from their stems. If the colors of the flowers are quasinouns, the butterflies are all verbs."
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March
by Jay Lake
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March 2004
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"This was a big match, their four University of Nova Eboracum hares facing off against the Mohawk-Iroquois Tech varsity hounds."
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February
by Jay Lake
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February 2004
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"Feral miniature goats no taller than Numa's knees raced down the
walkways, their little kid feet thumping out an arrhythmia that echoed
the beating of his heart."
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January
by Jay Lake
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January 2004
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"Something boomed sharp and loud along the corridors of Geminus High kids throwing firecrackers in the dumpster behind the cafeteria. Janós heard that almost any other night of the year. This night was different."
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A Perfect Bethlehem
by Catherine M. Morrison
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December 2003
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Strange Girlfriend
by Scott Janssens
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September 2003
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"Would you notice if I was replaced by an alien," your girlfriend Heather asks over her Greek salad.
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Last
by Karen A. Romanko
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August 2003
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"The procedure was simple an EEG administered during REM sleep obtain the bitcode, and voila know when and how you were going to die."
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Natural Limitations
by Marissa K. Lingen
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April 2003
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"We have dubbed this heavenly object the Pritchett-Putnam Comet. While it is a somewhat diminutive light for such a cumbersome moniker, we feel that its symbolic value is clear enough. What a wonderful occasion!"
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Turn, Turn, Turn
by A. Leigh Jones
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February 2003
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"Jackson said the road was his middle name, and he gassed up Ol' Blue like he meant it, but I knew better. Once the dry crept up under his fingernails we were rooting in, and he'd been picking at his palms since Saturday."
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Snow Day
by Bill Gauthier
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January 2003
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"Missy woke up excited. The Peter Rabbit clock on the wall said it was past the time she normally woke up for school. The wind outside howled and moaned and she thought about the night before when the snowstorm began."
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Bleed
by James Gilmer
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December 2002
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"Pretty girl; head full of dreams and smart drugs and the Kabbala and fifth dimensional physics."
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The Dragons of Fair D'Ellene
by Sarah Prineas
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November 2002
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"The cliffs of Fair D'Ellene blush pink in the evening, just as they did when the dragons dropped from them like falling stars, flaming in the last darts of light from the setting sun, falling until they caught the wind in the great sails of their wings."
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Staining Snow
by Marsha Sisolak
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October 2002
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"She would repay his love and loyalty with the pleasure of her body. Tonight. Derrick loved to watch their reflections in the mirror, candlelight and shadows twisting in the drafts."
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Noldus and Vespa
by Daniel J. Bishop
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September 2002
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"The furnace atmosphere sizzled across his face. The heat stole his breath, and his lungs steamed. When he could speak, he called out her name."
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The Merrow
by Kyri Freeman
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August 2002
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"She. Weed round her bones and flat eel eyes. "Come." You would flee but you're hard-bludgeoned by the fall, the water's crash, and chained by current now. She: throned on wreckage and the ribs of whales. Clawed feet rake bottom muck."
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The Legend of Elizabot Battery
by Daniel Eness
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July 2002
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"Survivors of her cruelty limped on mecha-crutches or skimmed through the streets on castors where legs had once been."
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