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Time for Action

  Calista’s hands flew to the heavy metal collar around her neck as a scream tore from her throat. Nine-year-old Calista Zarah squeezed her eyes shut for only a moment to compose herself. She knew better than that. Stupid move, Calista chided herself. To resist meant to be punished. And it hurt, bad. “I’m sorry,” […]

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The Culling

Landon flipped on the radio to catch the early morning news, as he did every day. He listened for the words that would mean it was time – the words “ribbon”, “siblings” and “love”. The local broadcaster droned on, unaware that she would, one day, read a code on the teleprompter that would let those […]

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The Prince and the Dragon Slayer

  The King watched from a window in the throne room. He feared that he already knew the outcome. Every man who had come at the dragon had perished. The knight charged the red dragon like no one they had seen before, headlong, horseless and without hesitation. Seven princesses crowded around a different window, their […]

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Dr Who – All Part of the Plan

  A woman stands in the middle of a green field, arms upraised, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sounds of battle fill the air. The Doctor comes running towards her, sonic screwdriver in his hand. “Time to go,” he shouts. “Would you like to come?” He grabs her hand as he flies past, not waiting […]

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Need

James Becket Age Nine – Need – It was a scorching day but the dinosaurs didn’t mind. Mist was sprayed into the air in and around their exhibits to provide the humidity that they thrived on. The humans of the Beckett family, on the other hand, were hot and tired. James was the only one […]

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Calista at 9

Control Her hands flew to the heavy metal collar around her neck as a scream tore from her throat. Nine-year-old Calista Zaragoza squeezed her eyes shut for only a moment to compose herself. She knew better than that. Stupid move, Calista chided herself. To resist meant to be punished. And it hurt, bad. “I’m sorry,” […]

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Cara at 14

Cara, The Dreamer Cara rounded the corner to the kitchen, open book in hand. Her mother was at the table peeling an orange. “You’re such a dreamer, Cara,” her mother chided for the third time that lazy, summer afternoon. Fourteen-year-old Cara stopped walking and considered her options for a moment. Ignore the comment as she […]

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The Darkness Comes Out

  Seventeen-year-old Tara loved watching the sunset.  Too bad this might be her last one.  She sat against the rough brick wall of a tall building, near the edge of the city, looking into the sky above the interstate highway.  He’s dead. She blinked away the tears that blurred her vision.  The sparse clouds were […]

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Our Future

  “Come on, Boy; come on!”  Frantically, a slightly over-weight, grey-haired man reached his hand down the very narrow passage to where his twelve-year-old nephew was still fooling with the wires.  “Time’s out, Adair!  Get up here!” Detrick growled. After one final snip and twist of the wires, the boy abandoned his tools and flung […]

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Promise

Allan leaned down towards me.  He was strong and tall.  Slowly, gently, he kissed me.  I felt his dark hair touch my face.  His lips were warm against mine.  He held his hands away from me, as if he were afraid to touch me. “No,” he said pulling away.  “Hayley, I can’t.” “Allan…why?” He was […]

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