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Here There Were Dragons

Samuel answered the phone at the reference desk. A very, very deep voice said, “Please come outside. I need some help using the library.” “Ohhhh-kay. Hey Val, someone outside wants help, watch my desk?” Then he walked outside. He was … Continue reading

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A Map from 1706

“Where are we going?” They’d been at sea for a week now and Danny was ready to spend some of their vacation in London instead of in salt spray. “Here, take a look.” Jen tossed Danny a square of paper … Continue reading

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The Party Bug

“Kiss me,” she said, and I wasn’t about to argue. It was deep and passionate, the kind of kiss you come away from knowing the other person’s mother’s middle name. When she broke away, she held my head close with … Continue reading

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Always in That Well

“What is it? What is it, boy?” The dog’s usual behavior, so easy to interpret, was absent. Where he usually turned left or right to lead Howie to the rescue, he just kept ducking his head then stretching up and … Continue reading

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A Personal Choice

“CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON.” The Fightmaster’s voice resounded throughout the arena. “AND WE SHALL WATCH AS THE FIRST EARTH-PERSON DIES IN OUR ARENA!” The crowd of thousands cheered for a full minute before the massive Fightmaster raised its four arms for … Continue reading

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It’s Raining Peanuts

“Huh.” Jenine stuck out her hand. “It’s raining peanuts.” Another peanut struck her hand and she yanked it back under the store awning, shaking it. “That stings. Why is it raining peanuts?” Nick shrugged. “Dunno. Probably God wants to kill … Continue reading

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Thought of the Sensation

“Are you sure you want to do this?” That was Lana, his best friend and the only person Kev could imagine having by his side as he stared out the open door of a small plane at thirteen thousand feet. … Continue reading

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To Bag a Boggle

“The boggles, for sure. This way.” Malia pointed into the dark forest with her sword. “How do you know?” Kiera adjusted her armor for the tenth time. She only walked into the woods when it became clear Malia wasn’t waiting. … Continue reading

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Under the Tree on Freedom Hill

The revolution had not been peaceful. Lazlo had been clear about his one condition for lending the weight of his fame to the cause. He supposed now that he had been naive. Nothing changed without pain. It applied to him … Continue reading

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In the Way Back

“I thought you said the permanent markers were in the kitchen junk drawer?” Hasina fished around in the mess of odds and ends. “They are,” Jiro said. “Try farther in the back.” Hasina pulled the drawer farther. “There they are. … Continue reading

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