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The Mischief of Doppelgangers

The Mischief of Doppelgangers

by Amanda Robinson

Bobby wasn’t really crazy.  Unfortunately, only a handful of people knew Bobby wasn’t crazy, and almost all of them were Bobby.  Bobby’s only real problem was that he was an avid proponent of the works of Brian Greene, the theoretical physicist and string theorist.  See, when you try to explain to people that everyone has doppelgangers- exact copies of themselves who exist in parallel realities- you tend to be labeled as crazy, or perhaps simply a little “out there”.  Go on to explain that these doppelgangers can travel between any of infinite multiple universes, and so can you, and you’ll notice your listeners begin to back away from you slowly.  Continue reading

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The Bridgetown Serpent

The Bridgetown Serpent

by Nick Powell

 Of great age were the halls Paul strode. Not in four years had the feet of men tread within, but now there rang the clangor of steel and the roar of machines with cutting teeth. Strewn about were rags and boxes of caustic powders and buckets of hissing acids, and to and fro went his fellow workers clad in rubber and helmets grunting as they pried wood and pipe from the walls, stripping the halls down to their metal frame and carrying the dross out in wheeled buckets as fogs of dust billowed in their wake. They yelled and laughed at each other above the din. Prowling in the noise was the timekeeper, whose work lay in a stack of papers, rather than in his hands. Paul, dressed as his fellow workers and gripping a great hammer in his right hand, strode into a room whose skin was of porcelain, punched through by cracked tin plumbing, all corrupted of a creeping black mold that the years had been kind to. He was thankful of his mask as he went at his work, smashing with broad sure strokes the wall, sundering tile as though it were soil ‘neath a plough.

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The Wyrd

The Wyrd

by Team Training Bra

Tonight was the night.

Ben smoothed his fingers over the outline of the key in his pocket, breathing slowly.  He calculated every movement as he walked down the corridor into his room, ensuring to adhere to the list of rules written on the wall of the ward.

1. No contraband in the Rose City.

2. No stealing in the Rose City.

3. No smoking in the Rose City.

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Thorsday Nights

Thorsday Nights

by Bob Ferguson

The young man next to me was whizzing like a race horse while I was peeing in Morse Code—symptomatic of an aging prostate.

“It must be hell to get old, eh ol’ geezer” snorted the young stallion in the stall next to me. His tone insinuated that senior citizens should stay home at night.

“Well, you’ll never find out if you don’t show a little more respect,” I said.

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The Exhibitionist

The Exhibitionist

by Team Sylwester

Alan worked in a tall but boring office building near the Pioneer Place mall in downtown Portland. His company granted him a 30-minute lunch, the minimum required by the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, which was just enough time for him to go to the mall food court for a Subway sandwich. Sometimes he thought about bringing lunch from home to save money, but he hadn’t resolved the issue of how to thwart mayonnaise spoilage on the long MAX ride to work from his condo in the suburbs.

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Subaru Stalker

Subaru Stalker

by Erica Somes

“Kat, seriously, calm down, you’re overreacting, no one is trying to get you.”

“Molly, I’m not overreacting, I’m hiding in a windowless, public restroom at Wellington park and I’m afraid to open the door because he might be out there.”

“You should be more afraid of what you might catch if you touch the walls. I watched this 20/20 episode where they swabbed down public places like buses and hand railings and there was flesh eating bacteria, e.coli, staph, flu, cold viruses— You have imprisoned yourself in a suicidal safe-house.”

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Ruthless

Ruthless

By Team Bells

The embroidered pattern on the chair rubbed against the bottom of Thor’s thigh agitating a cut he got the night before in the tunnels. He focused instead on the voluptuous flesh spilling out of the red silk camisole he saw in front of him. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. Her breath on his ear felt wet and heavy. His heart pounded faster. A flicker of light sparkled just behind the lace curtains on the window.

Ruth whispered, “U-huh, u-huh, it’s hot.”

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