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short stories

silk projector

“He was one of the few people who remembered when earth felt like a home…. Sometimes he thought he could remember, as a small child, taking a hover to the mountains.”

friction slipping

“Why was his overpriced Starbucks coffee sliding away from him? He rubbed his eyes and stood up to go after it.”

my one true love

“I suddenly, on a strange impulse, took her hand. It was white and smooth like over-bleached chemical filled paper.”

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