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Give the Devil his Due
Jemma DodgeWhy did it have to be me? It definitely didn't seem fair. I grew up in a small town, always got good grades and went to an excellent university. I graduated in the year 2025、 The same year that wretched laptop came out. I don’t know why everyone wanted one. It didn’t have many different features to a regular laptop. The only thing it could do that was different was it could send physical objects through some type of force field to another person who has the laptop. It seems like a glorified fax machine to me but as soon as it was released, people went crazy for it. It sold out in ev...
Frozen Purgatory
When my mother told me stories of snow -- the flakes that would float lazily toward the ground, coating it in hills and valleys of white powder -- she always described it as earth’s herpes: it never leaves. With snow always came slush, the grey, infective sludge that made the once-pure landscape sick with rotting foliage and the remains of dead livestock.Even so, every night, I asked her to tell me the stories of the dancing flakes that clothed the trees and bushes in white sweaters. Even if every story was infused with virulence and bitterness over the cold, I ate up every word like seed cake...
Woman Killed in Convenience Store Robbery
The article had achieved headline status in the local paper: “Woman Killed in Convenience Store Robbery”. Tammy read, feeling sick and horrified, but also strangely thrilled.Marie Sendano was dead at 19、 Tammy never knew Marie well, but recalled thwww.onedoor.ccat year in middle school vividly. Marie was beautiful, and their lockers neighbored each other. It was four months before they first encountered each other at the lockers.The article said Marie, although young, had been engaged to be married. This was not entirely surprising; Marie could have had her pick of boys. Tammy had been overweight, pr...
Snow Leopard
I gently tap her on the cheek. No reaction. I tap harder. Her eyelids flutter, and her breath speeds up for a second but then slows down again. I grab her shoulders and shake her. Still no reaction. She’s very deep under. I must have overdone it with the ether. Getting sloppy in my old age.I walk to the kitchen, pour a glass of cold water, then return to her and pour the water over her face. There we go. Finally.Her eyes pop open, and her body strains against the ropes. It takes her a couple seconds to fully wake up and take in her surroundings. She strains again, this time deliberately. The m...