The island sank and the ocean surged but the ship sailed on. The sailor whispered “You are safe.” The siren was mute.
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Brianna Privett broadcasts bird reports as @briannaorg from a little white cabin in the woods.

He gasped as he accidentally hit “quit without saving”. Now the earth was gone and the last back up was 1939. Just reboot. No-one will know.
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Dominic de Mattos @DominicSFF – He writes. He Speculates. Sometimes at the same time. http://www.Dominicdemattos.blogspot.com

July 26: Deborah Walker

July 26, 2011


the thread of my memory breaks / re-stringing the electronic beads / unsure of the order
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Deborah @deboree thinks: least said, soonest mended.

July 23: A. S. Andrews

July 23, 2011


Her long hair wound round and round, snaring bits and cogs, springs and belts. Clogging the machinery of time, weaving him to her will.
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A. S. Andrews writes all kinds of things. @a_s_andrews / http://www.asandrews.com

The neon lights highlighted his forked tongue, garish in its flickering. I saw my death between his fangs moments before it came: ink black.
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Jalisa Blackman (@JalisaBlackman) is an intern. Aspiring author. Happy fiancée. Slushie-enthusiast. And has a blog: blackmanjm.blog.com

In the rain, Haruo walked the worlds: straddling man’s concrete jungles and fae forests; and he lost himself in the lightest of showers.
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Jalisa Blackman (@JalisaBlackman) is an intern. Aspiring author. Happy fiancée. Slushie-enthusiast. And has a blog: blackmanjm.blog.com

July 16: Eric Sisco

July 16, 2011


Electricity ravished her body when she touched the exposed core. Her ship was wounded but it would make it. She held on and shared its pain.

Eric Sisco hopes that the people he met in Japan are alright and that they stay strong in the wake of tragedy. http://www.ericsisco.com


The morning after he fell asleep watching the strange lights dance in the sky, he awoke to find the village empty, the birds all silent.

Brianna Privett broadcasts bird reports as @briannaorg from a little white cabin in the woods.

July 12: Deborah Walker

July 12, 2011


Sitting in holes scooped from new asteroids. Spinning the Sun. Wondering how to fit the pieces of jigsaw Earth.

Deborah @deboree thinks: least said, soonest mended.


A tall dark stranger/ the fortune teller said to her delight/ but somehow never mentioned/ the robes, the hood, or the/ long sharp scythe.

Byron Matthews haunts the mountains east of Albuquerque, where he lives with his wife, a cellist, and Barney, devil dog from Hell.

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