Blake Boles

Sean King

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Yuki Asahina

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Life being glass shards.
The story written by you.
Look in your mirror.

Really look into your own eyes, one at a time. Move beyond labels, examine the structure of each iris. Let the world fall away. What do you see in the infinity of your pupils?

Skittles. Does that mean my destiny in life is related to Skittles? If so, Skittles specifically or candy in general?

I hope it’s the original skittles, specifically the red ones. If it’s candy in general then we will run into some problems because I’m highly allergic to the color blue… there’s so many different blue candies! What is blue raspberry anyway?! AH, it seems I’ve gotten off track…

...I should probably just go find the bag. Maybe it’s under the couch? Or did the dog get to it? He always knows where the good stuff is hidden. I need to find out, this suspense is killing me! I grab the flashlight and head towards the living room, my heart pounding.

Infinity Skittles

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August Locke

Benjamin Chandler

In a world where people had naturally purple hair, could levitate at least 3 inches off the ground, and surgically removed their fangs to avoid piercing their own lips - I had nothing. Nothing to contribute and nothing to stand for. A “Normie”. With not much to fight for.

So why fight it at all? I decided to plumb the depths of normal. All my pants are khakis, all my shirts polos, all my shoes tennis or boat. The crowning touch is an apron that says “Kiss the Cook”. I wear it when I fire up the grill.

As I prepared the meat for the grill I realized I was out of pepper. This isn't good, but we must persist. We dropped the pepper and dug through the fridge until I found it. Aha!! Lemons.

I walked out and saw our cook, and I remember he said to do something, but I just couldn't remember what. He looks very angry. He looks like he needs a kiss.

So I lay a big, wet smacker on his mouth with a theatrical "Mwah!" The cook stares into my eyes. "Was that your first kiss?" he asks. I blush, "Yes—how'd I do?" "I could go for another," he says & presses his hot lips against mine again. I swoon in his arms & pray he never stops.

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