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By Joseph Sullivan

“I’m putting the needle in now.”

With my limbs restrained and my head held down, I was helpless to stop them from putting the needle in my vein. My right arm stung like hell for a moment, but then it calmed down. Everything seemed to calm down. The world became so much lighter, and the dark room I was in became a fuzzy blur. The masked man standing o...


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By Kevin J. Phyland

The dead girl sat down across from me and signalled for a coffee from a passing waitress.

The waitress at least was alive. At least as alive as one could look at three o’clock in the morning, but the look she gave the sparky was sadly resigned.

The dead were notoriously bad tippers. There were a few resentful looks from some of the other cust...


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By Moshe Alarmo

In the heart of a repurposed casino complex just off the Las Vegas Strip, the Trump Museum 2030 rises like a gilded mirage — part mausoleum, part theme park, and wholly devoted to the aesthetic of excess. Visitors enter through revolving doors plated in faux gold, greeted by a hologram of the 45th President delivering his signature thumbs-up beneath a banner t...


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By Kiana M. Cauwels

Legs racing, arms pumping, chest burning, he ran for his life — a red-caped supervillain was hot on his tail. But Kevin didn’t need to be in the lead for much longer. He’d spied the perfect corner up ahead on the left.

The city featured a grid layout with small blocks, which he often used to his advantage, pivoting out of sight. But his dumb ass had...


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By Wes Parish

I think I was feeling depressed that morning, which accounted for me being fifteen minutes late to my desk, and my supervisor snarling at me for being late. Even worse, I'd had a few nightmares that night, which kept me from being my usual chirpy self.

The co-worker I'd been working with, Marie SaintArnulf y Borges, on this satellite tracking project the ...


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