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Inn at the End of the World
There was an inn near the end of the world. A dusty tavern filled with the odd types that accumulated at the edges as the borders of the earth disappeared into fog. No one who went into that fog ever came out but that didn't stop people from trying.
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When my son was 9-years-old, I found him standing in front of our fireplace staring up at our beloved dog’s urn and pondering over the profound questions of life and death, or so I thought. As my middle child, he was analytical and advanced in his mental age with a dark, sharp blade of a mind.
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Screams rang out in the distance. Stop. Breathe. She had to calm down. If she did not slow down and find the book, there was no point anyway. She breathed in, closed her eyes and breathed out again - trying to remember her mother's words.
It’s tomorrow, I can’t tell if it’s Sunday or Monday. It could be Wednesday, I close my eyes, ignoring the cracks on the ceiling. I guess it doesn’t matter what today is, it’s always different. “Kalob!!” Why are we even trying anymore? How long must we live like this? Ever since the war of 2106 everything’s changed. Like morons they settled it with warfare. A lot of lives were lost just to prove they were better. It was pointless to be honest. The leaders should have fought it out themselves. Would have saved a lot of lives and possibly our home.
The man sat at the small metal coffee table, watching out the window, the world below. New York City. A city that had once stood gloriously had long fallen under economic pressure. Smoke rose from the streets scattered with the corpse remains of ancient cars. His watch buzzed, and a hologram popped up, the neon green numbers glitching out for a moment before stabilizing.
Every Child Had One
The auctioneer walked up to the microphone and began to speak……. "Every child had one when I was a kid, every child, and adult had a little black book. It was a notebook, given to every person on their fifth birthday. The cover had your name, your date of birth and your government assigned email address on the front. Inside the front cover was the following statement:
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Have you ever wondered if your life had a purpose bigger than yourself? Larger than your fears of not fitting in? Larger than your stresses about what to eat, who to be friends with and how to get a boyfriend?
At some point in the Old Summer, Robyn woke up and forgot what time was. It was her mother’s fault, really, part of the pandemic – a gradual thing to begin with that had been slowly taking on more momentum as the months passed. It had started quietly, with a few words exchanged between top scientists and government officials. Nothing to worry about, just wisps of information here and there, the pieces too small to assemble, too far apart to form a comprehensible whole. Robyn’s mother was in the final stages of developing a cure for memory loss when she heard the rumours about the new funding the government was offering. All she would have to do was work under their supervision. Within days, she was approached, within hours, she agreed, within minutes, $20,000 was deposited in her bank account, and then – well, and then there was no going back.
The Armless Young Man
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I woke up to the house softly vibrating. An electronic buzz floated throughout the room, coming and going in pulses. “I’m awake… I’m awake,” I mumbled, waving my arms side to side, signalling the alarm to turn off.
A Very Good Day
Your heart punches you in the back of the sternum and you jerk awake suddenly, gagging on a scream. The first thing you notice is the air. It’s thick and damp, and choked with a smell so dense you can actually taste it - like eating a spoonful of rancid peanut butter and not having anything wet to wash it down with. You smack your tongue desperately against your palate, searching for a pocket of saliva to soften the grimy film coating your mouth. It almost works, but not really.