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By P. J. Keuning

I am the monster.

I guard the secret passage to my Master’s lair.

No one gets past me.

I see the intruder coming.

To kill my Master

Thinks he is clever.

Found the secret way.

Dark and cold.

No one to see him coming.

I see him coming.

‘Stop,’ I call.

‘Who said that?’

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By Simon Petrie

The Adequacy checked its reflection. It accepted what it saw in the mirror — were this not so, it would have been a crisis of identity — but just the same, it felt something could be added. A hat. Headgear would lift its appearance, would convey something that The Adequacy was currently missing. Headgear would give The Adequacy presence, a distinctive...

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Last Words

By Steven French

Here, now, at the end of all things and even of those things that aren’t quite things, Zahak found it. Zahak, whose name had once reverberated down to the galactic core and back but which, like its owner, had progressively diminished during the course of an over-long life, now found themself contemplating the one other object left standing as the clo...

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werewolf.exe

By Joseph Sullivan

The hour was nigh once again. Even before I looked out the window, I could feel it through my veins, and in every beat of my corrupted heart.

When I looked outside, I saw the full moon like a bright white disc in the sky, a perverse mockery of the sunlight I had taken for granted. The change would be upon me soon, and I had to make my prepar...

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Gemma's Package

By - Alice Webb-Smith

Gemma ran down the stairs with a huge grin — it certainly was childish, but she couldn’t help it. It wasn’t as if there was no reason to be excited, anyway. Bouncing excitably on her feet, she opened the door and looked at the delivery person.

They looked… nice, she supposed. Tired, mostly. Gemma had the eye for those things and she could...

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