| June 2008 |
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Allison Gross Speaks of the Worm - By Gwynne Garfinkle |
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Whatever that man may claim
I did not turn him into a worm. (...) |
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Beware the Werecanary - By Bruce Boston |
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From dawn to dusk he lives
And breathes like any other soul. (...) |
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Boarding House - By K. J. Kirby |
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Only one succubus allowed in each bed
No showers for werewolves, it clogs the drains (...)
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| April 2008 |
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My Kids Went to Barbados - By F. J. Bergmann |
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I’d like to go on holiday
To someplace really far away. (...) |
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Briar Witches - By Amal El-Mohtar and Jessica P. Wick |
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Stone, silk, and silence fill
the barrow past the door (...) |
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a 24th-century reflection on emptiness - By Kit O'Connell |
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we are alone
every world we visit (...) |
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Table Manners - By Mary Cook |
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When friends invite you out to dine
In company elite and fine, (...) |
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| January 2008 |
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Serpents - By Kristine Ong Muslim |
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At the bottom of the shallow pit near the edge of the rubble,
Amon found the likeness of the long-dead race molded in clay. (...) |
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The Animal Bridegroom - By F. J. Bergmann |
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Sure, she’d wondered if it might happen:
third daughter, impoverished kingdom, (...) |
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Love Song of the Holo-Celebs - By Bruce Boston |
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All the world over, they searched for love.
They saw each other, below and above. (...) |
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Langham's Pond - By Scott Standridge |
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There’s one blue pool out there on Langham’s land—
not hard to get to, just behind the shed— (...) |
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Body Parts - By Mary Cook |
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I left my heart in Disney World,
A leg at Wounded Knee (...) |
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GateKeeper - By Greg Schwartz |
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He sets his watch
by the sun, kicks back (...) |
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Mushrooms - By Chris Reed |
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I didn’t know mushrooms could grow on glass
But they are (...) |
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That Which Remains - By David C. Kopaska-Merkel |
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Chill
stone (...) |
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Mermaid - By Mari Ness |
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The silence, she knew of: how voiceless,
songless, she had only dance (...) |
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| July 2007 |
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Armin Meiwes - By S. P. Somtow |
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I placed an ad; he answered; that is all.
We had our ritual in a private room; (...) |
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Grim Faced Hero - By Michael D. Turner |
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Hobo in a Hauberk
Vagabond with a sword; (...) |
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An Offering Of Lust, A Sacrifice Of Flesh - By Mikal Trimm |
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They salt his wounds, again, again,
Invoking ancient pagan gods (...) |
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The Reaper - By Greg Schwartz |
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Darkness wraps around him,
he wears it like a cape; (...) |
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Jeffery Dahmer - By S. P. Somtow |
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Death is a little pinprick. Just a jab.
Nothing to fear. No suffering. No pain. (...) |