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Father is the Blood, Mother is the Wine

On the long, stifling nights when her father was out in the mines and her mother was defeated by sleep, the young Tagalog girl would feel her way towards a corner of their hut where a big storage basket was kept. When she...

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The evolution of Jane Doe

30 December 3038 HIGHLY-CLASSIFIED INFORMATION ITP-CID REPORT: TRINOMA FINDINGS During a recent demolition conducted by the Federation government of the abandoned Trinoma, a body was excavated at...

A long goodbye

He did not know how long he was standing in front of the airport’s large, expansive glass wall, which offered a misty, drippy view...

The Untermensch

Bernard was an Untermensch. He had the “power” to get into accidents. It first manifested when he was ten years old. A bully had...

The One-Night Stand at the Frankfurt Book Fair

Maribel glanced at her plane seat, grateful that she had the aisle seat and only one seat beside her. Her seat mate was a...