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The Scorpion and the Leopard

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The scorpion balances itself upon a leaf as it surveys the river. It hears a muted roar and then a

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It looks like someone you know.

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“You should be more concerned about what I can do, Freddie” Alice says, “…and less about what I can justify.” 

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Burn

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Angela hears the soulless sound of canned laughter as she creeps down the hallway. The noise is hollow, as if

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Empty of Fullness

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My little sister complains all the time about the sound of my typing. She says it echoes down the hall

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Let me read that book.

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Esther sits in front of an outdoor stage with a blank, vacuous look upon her face. The audience murmurs and

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Why can’t you see them?

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Officer Brigitte McCray led the small, pale woman into the interrogation room. She pulled out a chair for her at

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Full of Emptiness

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I miss my brother. It has been three weeks since he went missing. Nobody knows where he might’ve gone. The

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The Bag Man

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“Mr. and Mrs. Sousa, I’m quite concerned about your daughter, Cindy,” Mrs. Carlyle says. She sits with her hands folded

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I thought you were dead.

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Wagner Flores shakes his head and scoffs. He sits on his sofa, holding a folded-over newspaper in one hand and

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The Inescapable Nightmare of Scarlet City

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“Kill him.” Diane lays in her bed with the covers pulled up to her face. She stares at the corner

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