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#31

  • May 5, 2019
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Aisaak Olver held one arm in front of her face as she marched across the desert. The wind pushed her back almost as hard as she pushed forward. The sheer fabric hanging from her slender arm kept the sand out of her mouth and nose – mostly. Seeing for any…

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#30

  • May 4, 2019
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Turnout was not as big as expected at the “Something Old, Something New” wedding flea market at the Baltimore Convention Center. This was due, in no small part, to the surprise late-winter snowstorm that had blanketed the city just a few days before. It wasn’t a blizzard – Baltimore gets…

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#28

  • May 2, 2019
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Megan was out of her element. The thumping, driving beat made her insides vibrate in a way that was not at all comfortable. All around her, revelers covered in iridescent body paint jumped and danced and swayed with drinks in their hands and god knew what else in their bloodstreams….

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#27

  • May 1, 2019
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The Butcher, also known as Emperor Ubuluff of the Gamma Lyrae star system, had finished his work for the day. He felt productive, having ordered 16 beheadings and 427 lashings. Only one prisoner was set free – a female, beautiful but retiring, accused of the murder of a palace guard….

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#26

  • April 30, 2019
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The first time Howard saw Alice, he thought he was losing his mind. He’d spent 126 days alone. 126 days since the machines came and took everyone and he woke up inside a dark closet in the basement of the hospital, eight steps from the morgue. He still couldn’t believe…

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