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Sean King

Lydia Peck

Benjamin Chandler

English

The students stumbled out of the underground library like a horde of academic zombies.

They held their hands up to shield their eyes, as if they hadn’t seen direct sunlight in years. Their brains were swollen with knowledge but they were confused by the outside world. Then there was a shout and a crash.

They crept back into the shadow of the entrance, peering into the sunlight. A burly man came stumbling around the corner, cursing under his breath. He caught side of them, eyes widening. “Ay, you’re the fugitives they’re looking for!” He was shouting now. “Police! They’re here!”

They decided it was better to take their punishment than to keep running. "I'm so tired of running". But they were lucky enough to end up in a prison that taught vocational skills, they learned programming, got out and started what would end up a multi million startup.

That multi-million startup? A little something called Moogle. No, Moogle. I spelled it correctly, autocorrect. It's an app that can make a soundtrack for your life played by a Moog synthesizer. Chased by bears? Romancing your crush? Sleeping in? Moogle accompanies it. Only $9.99!

Moogle’s Undead Origins

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Zoe Becker

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

It was himself. Why would the woman have a printed picture of him?! It seemed kind of creepy…he flipped over the photo. On the back was his phone number. Now this was really weird. He was about to call the police, but then

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

“I am Lionel,” the creature said, “and you both have been summoned to an audience with the Monarch. You have some serious explaining to do.”

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