I woke up before you, looking down at your peaceful, sleeping face. You were curled into me, your breaths warm against my collarbone. I wanted to lean down and kiss you, but you needed the rest.
I
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The Cheese Grater scrapes my bare arms and legs. I squeeze through the limestone crevice and my skin goose pimples. Sucking in a breath, I exhale steam. It's a muggy, hot September, but the caves are
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I found exactly what we needed, as it happened, on a Friday. It was a strange Friday, even as Fridays go.
But we won't go into that.
And I didn't like going out in all that snow, walking through it
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One electric pulse can instantly suppress ten thousand digital signs, so before the protest begins, we scrounge for cardboard and cover it with bright colors and wild slogans.
I tie the balaclava
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Lana grinned upon hearing the cawing of her door chimes. Her days had grown dull with regularly scheduled client meetings, so she relished the thrill of unexpected guests. She tossed aside he
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He was leaving. His meager belongings tucked into his backpack, Makoto slipped down the hall. The morning sun was creeping into the house. Shadows lingered in the living room like quiet storm clouds
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The tree has moved. Clara is sure of it. She presses her nose to the classroom window.
The elder tree stands at the edge of the playing fields, dark and gangly. Like it's watching them. Yesterday it
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A harmless mouse scuttled along the forest path. Or at least, Trisha Leiferkus hoped she looked harmless. Then she could sneak through the woods to carry out her mission.
Her mentor, the
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The power in my town goes out at 2:15 p.m. every day, but it's not about the power.
It's about what disappears with it. The whirr of the fan, the static of old FM radio, the illusion of time moving
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The morning began with the pale, clean light that seems to belong uniquely to reclaimed land. I set out at a jog, keeping to the periphery of Urayasu's peninsula, circling the edge where land and
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Of the myriad of things my grandmother was afraid of, the actual spirit that haunted the orange tree in our backyard was shockingly not one of them. All of my friends and family had had terrifying
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