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Today I saw a good friend I hadn’t seen in weeks.  We ended up talking, and sharing what we came up with for our own sci-fi stories.  It’s remarkable how we can bounce ideas off of one another.  I didn’t get this from our talks, but I’m just so filled with sci-fi I’ve gotta do [...]

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Holy crap, I’ve been gone a long time. That sickness threw me off more than I would have liked. I’ve been fine for a while, even recovered my voice, but I haven’t really gotten any writing done, aside from this. No way I’m gonna try and make up days. I’ll just continue from here.
I want [...]

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“Back in building 405,
Two men sit, still alive.”
 
The floor was cold.  It was made of stone.  There was no light, no light at all.  Even the stone wall before him could not be seen, as the wall behind him against which he leaned his head, as his hands on his knees.  He sat alone in [...]

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Fire was everywhere.  Smoke filled Ted’s lungs, and made him choke.  He was going to die.  He kept moving away from the fire as it leapt up in more and more places.  He couldn’t get to the stairs.  It was so hot.  He looked around.  Everything in the place was set aflame. 
A piece of [...]

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A wind blew across the Earth.  The birds gathered.  Domestic pets fled in exodus at the ending that they sensed approaching, at the devastation that they could feel.  The people stood on their doorsteps, watching their pets’ odd behavior with sadness and misunderstanding, and for many, with fear.
Then the ground shook.  First the best of [...]

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A man stood atop a tall building, the tallest he could find.  He gazed down at the street and the people below, all so tiny now, like ants.  But they weren’t tiny when he was amongst them.  They were large, and oppressive.  They were insurmountable.  There were so many people above him.  So many who [...]

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Marty the circus juggler juggled his circus circuit’s acts.  He could create from any arsenal an awesome acrobatic display daring to try any spectator’s senses.  But the things that Marty played with were golden wings that he would stay with, for beautiful as they be before an awestruck audience, heavy was the weight which kept [...]

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Wrote this at the last second.  I want to actually start getting them in on the day they’re for.

A man sat on an airplane, on his way to Chicago.  He was on a business flight, and was even dressed in a suit and tie.
He boarded the plane with everyone else, and took his seat.  After [...]

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The pitcher shifted his weight from foot to foot on the mound and kicked some of the dust off his shoes. At the plate, a man in a chicken costume stepped up. He held in his wing-like hands a steel baseball bat that shone as brilliantly as a star. It was wound [...]

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