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Kat Morgan

Sunny Anomaly

Kara S

Sam Becker

Days later Houston, having recovered from the attack, stood in a dusty atrium in one of many deserted, faceless municipal buildings in the city. "Which one?" he asked Deego grinning and holding two button badges to his sleeveless denim jacket. "That's Pain, or You Cranial Joker?"

Deego considered this, biting his lip as he looked from one to the other, contemplatively. “You Cranial Joker,” he said at last, nodding as his did. “It’s a lot more unique than ‘That’s Pain.’ Everyone deals with pain, but a cranial joker? That’s one I’ve never heard.”

The dripping red smile on the bald head seemed to smile wider, was that just his imagination? "Well you know now," interrupted the other dark figure. Deego gave an uneasy smile. There was something wrong with the tones of the two figures. "Look, I have a dentist appointment. Can

you get tha...". There was a sudden explosive light and a sound so deep and subsonic that she couldn't hear it but felt it course through her viscera. Eyelids tight as fists she only saw red and black as she was blasted off her feet and slammed hard into something. She came to

what had to be hours later, or possibly inside, as her surroundings were now so dark she couldn’t see.
Or... was she blind?! Frantically, she began to feel around as sharp whimpers issued from her mouth. 
“I think she’s awake!” said a voice. A light clicked on several yards away

She waited for her eyes to adjust but the room before her stayed black. Her heart sank until- "Sheesh, I told you to replace these lights! Ugh." A flashlight turned on and before her loomed a scarred face. She heard it saying something, but she blacked out once more from shock.

chaotic shadows would come tearing in here any minute. Something in him snapped. Screaming like a pterodactyl, he crumpled to his knees. He couldn't hear them anymore, but that way he wouldn't know the exact moment he would die. After a while, he confusedly stopped. Why wasn't h-

Spain or Ukraine?

Spain or Ukraine?: Part II

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Jose Bonetto

They had stopped to give the roadsign a closer inspection, grey dust covered the rest of the panel. "I'm sick of this shit," said Houston, "where are we now?". Deego had dismounted and scrubbed away more dust. "Prystan", she prodded the word. "Hola Prystan. We're in Kherson!"

Almost immediately, he heard the high-pitched, blood curdling screams coming from behind them. Is he the only one who heard that?, he wondered looking over at the roadsign again.

He assumed he was. He usually was. He didn’t like imagining things but these screams were so disturbing he hoped he was.

As the screams drew closer, he covered his ears and found that this action did, indeed muffle the sound slightly, therefore he had to come to terms with the fact that this was not his imagination, and if this were the case, what should he do? He was no hero, he knew, and those

Hannah Call

Rietje Becker

Felce had always been a quiet town on the cliffs bordering the sea, the only racket emanating from it coming from the waves crashing against the rocks as the tide rolled in every full moon. If you asked the locals, that wasn’t the only occurrence every full moon. Those nights,

a strange sound filled the air. A loud whistle, coming from off-shore, from no perceivable source. Rumored to be from the ship Mary Blue, which met its fate the night of a full moon many years ago. With only three days to go, Marla set out to solve the mystery once and for all.

First, she had to go down to the roots. Track things to way back when Mary Blue was just metal scraps. Taking the address, she drove off to the middle of nowhere, near the sharp cliffs. She almost made it to the metal refinery and the day was as clear as can be, when one of the

two phones she always carry with me rang out loudly, piercing through frantic thoughts. She reaches for it, hand on steering wheel, a quick glance for the dangerous cliff edges, "What now!" she thought angrily,

Reaching into her pocket, she dug around for the phone, but couldn’t find it. She took her hands off the steering wheel to dig more thoroughly, the ringing driving her nuts. Suddenly, there was a horrible crunching sound as the ship smashed into a cliff edge. She had failed.

Ballad of Mary Blue

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Avery B

Dawn Rasmussen

KW Taylor

Well, it's not every day that you discover your mother is the most despised supervillain in the history of Mars.

Many a nights, he'd wondered what he would say to her. Finally, the moment is her. With tears on the tips of his eyelids, one foot after the other, he makes his way to her, Then, wait!, he thought, "What am I doing?"

“I never fully planned out my exact words, now the time is upon me, and here I stand in front of her full glory, speechless and stupid,” he thought, staring instead at his boots. She looked at him expectantly, but he remained silent. Her look changed to one of puzzlement, as

he began to grow horns from his cheeks. Damn it, this always happened when he got embarrassed. Really exacerbated an already difficult situation.

I turned to my horrified parents who were watching nearby and cleared my throat. "I can explain," I said. I took a deep breath and confessed. "I'm a supervillain, my boyfriend here is one of my victims-turned lover because of this experiment gone horribly wrong. I really started

committing crimes when I was just a kid, and now things are spinning out of control.” I felt my face grow warm with embarassment. “I think an experiment I did is going to land me in jail.” My parents stared, speechless. My boyfriend patted me on the arm. “Give them a minute,” he

Said quietly. My mother knit her brows together as she fixated on a knot in the hardwood floorboards, and my father’s eyes emanated hurt. I should’ve kept them in the loop from the beginning, but I didn’t want them to be implicated. The experiment that incriminated me was

growing restless in the basement. I could hear the grotesque creation pacing back and forth downstairs, knocking things over, mumbling to itself in deep tones. I took my parents hands and squeezed. “You were right,” I said, fighting tears back. “Now help me slay the beast.”

The Mars Experiment

Josh Crawford

I ran up as fast as I could. I could hear the loud booming voice ahead, bellowing "Giddy up, Giddy up! Last train out to your new life! Giddy up." I looked at my feet excitedly, clutched my single half-filled suitcase, and leapt up with all my strength into the

train car, just as it was beginning to move. I panted excitedly, hoisting my suitcase up into the seat beside me. I truly hoped that I would be starting a new life where I was going. After so much pain and chaos, I was well overdue for a brand new start somewhere far away from

this wretched place. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. It was all over anyway. I had escaped. I leaned back to watch the beautiful landscape scroll underneath the train, sighing blissfully until "Excuse me gov'nor, is this spot here empty?" I turned to see a scraggly boy tilt

his hat towards an open seat. I nod my head, but avoid eye contact. I had been warned about undesirables, and was not about to let one bamboozle me on my journey. The scraggly boy introduced himself, “Berty Booth lovely to make your acquaintance!” I responded with a loud grunt.

and said "seats taken, can't sit here" Berty looked puzzled. I shook my head said nevermind and turn back to the window. It was too late, Berty started talking and never stopped for the entire drive...

leaving my patience to run out. Once we arrived it had. From inside my jacket pocket I took out my syringe jamming it into his neck. Bert didn't finish the next word his neck turned to rubber, head bobbing. 
"I said the seat was taken.".

Train Wrecked!

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The gentle hum of the blowing fan in the corner, the slither of sunlight strewn across the room and settled on the tired, angelic and hopeful face before me. Powerless to do anything, holding her hands, I smiled, starring at the palm lines, in a daze, "Will I still remember?"

Looking into her eyes, seeing her soft gentle smile, her long flowing hair, the smell of lavender. She is about to whisper something when there's a flash of light and then....it's dark and i'm suddenly cold

I cry out for her, but there is no response, just the reverberation of my own voice back at me. I shudder and feel around in the dark. Am I still in the same place, or have I been transported elsewhere? With no visual stimuli, I have to rely only on my senses of touch and sound.

As I strained my senses, I became aware of the distant dripping of water. I turned my head slowly, trying to fix on the correct direction to follow the sound.

I started walking toward it, but immediately I stopped again. The dripping sound switched places, coming from directly behind me. What was this place? A weird cave that has a spring that switches direction every few minutes or so? How was I supposed to get out? I turned once more

and shrieked. A bat was hanging from the cave’s ceiling not a foot in front of me. “Hello, human,” the bat said. No - bats couldn’t speak. I blinked, and sunlight streamed through a nearby window onto my bed. What a strange dream...

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