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A whirlpool of sugared treats ruled his world, until one day the door burst open - with him on the floor snorting crushed peppermints - and there, framed by the light, were three -
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that he was in fact a talentless wacko; every time he played was an attempt to dispel that myth. He tested the tuning on his xylophone-guitar combo and counted the beat; then he
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instantly regretted doing so; I'd've much preferred the Maldives or Ibeza. But here I was, with my feet buried in white sand and miles of untouched beaches ahead. I called for a
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It was one thing to read about them, another entirely to see one in person - the perfect coppery scales glinting in the hellish light from the magma pool, eyes like lasers seeking
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"Eighteen, twelve, fourteen," she read; I punched the numbers into the console and braced myself as the ship lurched under the blast. Our chances were slim, but if we could just
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He grasped the window-ledge, peeked his head over enough to see what was happening inside. Let the fantasy grow, build, until he was standing next to her, in his head - ready to
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going on, she thought vaguely to herself; only vaguely, because the sensation became more insistent, more alarming. She continued running her hand along these new limbs, feeling
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or her hair was shinier; if there was some way to abstract that, measure it. But they'd told me I couldn't watch kids like this - told me what I did was wrong, that I shouldn't
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our antigrav' - number 54, best damn hopper in the force. Tues' clicked his belt on and dropped the heads-up. Fifteen calls, and we were miles away from any; we set off towards
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His emotions made him gruff. "Ugh," he answered. Her sweet voice emanating from the phone didn't help his feelings; he felt himself tensing up, and decided to tell her
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a sweet pleasure, compared to the past few weeks." He sat down heavily on the bed, sighing melodramatically, but with more than one sideways glance at me. "I really felt like s
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More than one thing hadn't made much sense that night; the pharmacy turning spontaneously into a bar seemed light in comparison. Maybe I was dreaming - but this felt too real, and
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Maybe I should stop in for a bite. Do mongeese bite?" His thoughts had taken him past a Pizza Hovel - he ducked inside, glanced at the menu, strutted to the counter and asked for
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do I owe you for this fine suit, my good man?". I was puzzled - had the man been merely faking his anti-semitism, or did he not genuinely understand what I had said? I paused for
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as it fell into the recent past; the way my memories seemed to do - voices becoming deeper and slower, before fading entirely. I felt like I was running. Maybe I was - maybe I
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But the lawsuit fell through on a technicality, as such shams are wont to do, and our intrepid heroes found themselves, once again, sitting on top of the world.
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look at him; cowering from the sun in an alleyway, filthy rags where once would have hung a glorious silk cape. No virgin blood had passed his lips in days, and he felt every
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He certainly wouldn't've picked the site on his own; in fact the whole idea of the web suddenly felt repugnant. He clicked off his computer in disgust, and picked up his last
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growing now, pushing from my gums and cutting a little into my lips as I felt the hunger grow in me. I needed to feed, needed to feel the flush of life that came from
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feel the smooth meaty bite, and wash it down with something cold and refreshing, just like I always had. But it didn't feel right this time; not since the day when I had