Friday, April 27th, 2012
New Phantasma…
Lot by Ben Godby
One day, a peasant, a warrior, a merchant and a priest appeared before the Angel of Death. “Tell me about yourselves,” said the Angel.
The Comeback by Nick Tramdack
I will say it again, Jaquel.… Keep reading...
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Friday, April 27th, 2012
by Ben Godby
One day, a peasant, a warrior, a merchant and a priest appeared before the Angel of Death.
“Tell me about yourselves,” said the Angel.
“I was born in a village called Thim,” said the peasant. “In spring, the pastures ripen green, in summer the harvest is yellow, and in winter the earth is hidden with a veil of snow.”
“And in the autumn?”
She cast her eyes downward.… Keep reading...
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Friday, April 27th, 2012
by S. Decoteaux Bates
There is a red boat, and you slip over the gunwale and conceal your small body amidst the ropes, for though adult eyes seldom note a child so young, the docks are vast and teeming with myriads of citizens. … Keep reading...
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Friday, April 27th, 2012
by Kristine Ong Muslim
It wasn’t our fault. You should understand that by now. But I don’t expect you to understand the reason we did what we thought we had to do that summer of 1999, because people don’t understand order as much as we do.… Keep reading...
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Friday, April 27th, 2012
by John Gerard Fagan
Tex opened his eyes, looked out the window and saw it was dark – it was always dark. The Earth, smaller than his hand, ignored him in the distance. The whiteness of the shuttle’s interior stung his sticky eyes.… Keep reading...
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