Stories tagged “responsibility”
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It Ends Tonight
Charlotte seemed to wince, “Maybe I just don’t want to tell you. Ever thought about that? I mean, I think you’re very nosy.” “Very well,” I remained quiet in hopes that the silence would make her speak. It didn’...
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Eulogy From a Productive Member of Society
Here are the three things I know for sure about my late brother-in-law Joseph David Kepler: In twenty years I think I saw him sober three times. He was a terrible poet. And that overdose was no accident, and neither were any of the others. The brutal t...
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With great power comes great responsibility
Great balls of fire rained from the sky as he heaved oil drums from the ground and flung them through the torches. He was caught up in it. He floated above the barren landscape, his morphed whip-arm flexibly terrorising the fleeing civilians with whate...
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Death and Accountability
The tank treads rolled across the battlefield with indifference. They weren’t even looking for resistance fighters anymore. There was no reason to. They had already won. Tim grabbed Daphne and forced her head in the direction of the window and po...
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The First Step
The scene hadn’t changed. The blind prostitute still sat among her dead children, carefully transforming one book into another. Baraam whispered, “I don’t recognize the language she’s writing in.” The seer’s face dra...
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Wages of the Unreliable
Visible carnage spread out for miles. Lampposts and telephone poles were bent or broken into the slanted efforts of a child’s first letters. Most of the fires had burned themselves out but in a few spots glowing embers remained. There was no tell...
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Doing the Right Thing Looks Like Guilt
The lawyer appealed to the Gypsy-woman that had lent her “mystic powers” to the experiment. “What do you think?” She shuffled a deck of playing cards manipulating them into strange patterns before collapsing them back into a dec...
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In Between Minds: A Step in a New Direction
“I’m not hungry.” I said automatically. My stomach disagreed with a loud grumbling sound. The girl in the doorway smiled. “That’s okay. You don’t have to eat but you should drink this- it’ll make you feel bette...
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Anachronism? Or Legacy?
“I’m not going to lie to you I am disappointed.” I ran my hand through thinning hair. “Fuck you! You’re not my dad!” Jack was still young; still emotional. “No I’m not. If I was, I’d beat some manne...
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Writers Beware
“Heinlein was right!” bellowed a voice from outside. Footsteps vaulted up my front steps and before I could say “No crazies allowed”, my front door buckled and fell in. I tossed the book I was reading aside and glared at the pan...