Stories tagged “megan”
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Journaling Part Two
I asked my therapist, Jennie, why I have to write in this stupid book and she actually took Frankie’s side. And, yes, before you ask, Jennie the bartender is a therapist. Everyone always laughs when I tell them this. I actually don’t understand why...
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Journaling Part Three
APM&S is very, very dull. Mrs. Pyers says we need to know all of this stuff but no one does. I’m totally going to fail finals. What the hell! We’re ALL going to fail finals. What really got me when I learned about APM&S is that you take it...
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Now What?
“So you pulled off this trick to get ahold of me? Why didn’t you just tell me who you were at the gas station, you big dork! If that jammer hadn’t worked, or had stopped working, I could have…” she trailed off. “I...
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Another Ulterior Motive
Jason smirked. “You ain’t seen nothing yet. Megan—Star—whatever you want me to call you, can you come upstairs with me? I have something I want to show you.” “All right…” Highway Star, nee Megan, unfolded into her hu...
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Identity
“You always were trying to save the world, one person at a time.” she said with a soft chuckle. “I’ll say I’m curious how you managed to get ahold of data cubes, it’s not like Aegis is just tossing them out.” &...
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Out of Bodies Experience
“Bah, that’s the same load of crap that the Elizabots dump on every new convert. I didn’t buy it then, and I sure don’t buy it now.” Star snorted, or made as good an imitation as a vocoder could produce. “All right, ...
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This tiny wrist
She sat at the funeral stony-eyed. Refusing to cry, to show any emotion. Even as they lowered her closest friend and only brother into the ground, she shed no tears. They thought she was crazy, that she hated him, that she was glad he was gone. They co...
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six
there are six bracelets on my wrist. six rubber bands and six traffic lights at the intersection where his life ended and so did mine. a sad story that gets told at parties where everyone’s drunk and nothing is taboo even though this is my brothe...
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No Bueno (Part 1)
Megan gripped my hand tight. We had only been dating for a few weeks and she still held hands like she was anchoring me to her life. I gently squeezed her hand back to reassure her that I was still with her. She didn’t say anything but flashed me...
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No Bueno (Part 2)
Much to my relief everything was normal inside. Familiar smells of meat being roasted, grilled and fried, the acrid sweetness of pickled jalapenos, and the soft scent of warm corn tortillas all filled the air. The place wasn’t bustling but it was...
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No Bueno (Part 3)
The house special arrived in a large lidded clay pot. Inside was a thick stew-like mixture filled with chunks of steak, chicken, chorizo, some square bits that Megan told me were cactus, all held together in a stringy morass of cheese. Fresh tortillas ...
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No Bueno (Part 4)
“It’s good, right?” Megan asked insistantly. I didn’t answer right away because something odd was happening to our food. A bubble of cheese was growing in the clay pot. It had started off small, perhaps the size of a dime but ha...
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No Bueno (Part 5)
I reached out and held Megan’s hand. It was cold, clammy and too soft. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Out of the corner of my eye I saw the door to the kitchen swing open. There was something on the counter that coul...
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No Bueno (Part 6)
“What? Are you crazy?” Megan whispered fiercely. It wasn’t until her whisper broke the silence that I noticed how quiet the restaurant had become. There wasn’t any of the normal sounds of machines running, food cooking, or that ...
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No Bueno (Part 7)
When I looked back, the squat building that had been the Casa de los Persones had disappeared entirely becoming a large abandoned warehouse. All the windows I could see had been haphazardly boarded up and graffiti defaced the corrugated sheets of metal...