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The Momma on the Beach
Chris Sharp
Sebastion had a unique way of looking at the world. This was partly because he was Greek, but mainly because his world was
unique…
Talking to Stones
Joel
Doonan
With the so-called 'creators' gone, City Twenty Three was dying. Tad, Jarvis, and the rest of the 'created' must
search for Eden, a half-remembered paradise — or die with the abandoned City.
Safety Dance
G. C. Dillon
He thought he was just another office drone, but he was wrong. The wakizashi and tanto felt familiar in his hands,
and that was enough for Megrim the sorceror and Janel the Pixie to draft him for this crucial battle against the feathered-serpent
Theropods.
Shotgun Christmas
James M.
Black
It pissed Mac off that he had to work the bar alone on Christmas Eve. Not that Christmas meant anything to him, but it
didn't mean that much to the rest of his staff, either. But his night turned out to be anything but
'silent'…
RNA
Gary Beck
The injury pretty much guaranteed that his undistinguished career as a professional ballplayer was over. The tier-three health
coverage was better than nothing, but not by much. The Registered Nurse's Aide assigned to oversee his recovery, however, looked
damn fine.
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Billy Goes to Hell
M. Grant
Baker
After Heaven rejected him, William Deck figured he was in for a Hell of a time. But he could never have expected what he found
— down there.
A Fight in the Bloody Angles While I Do
Dishes
Chris Allen Clark
There's more than one way to travel in time, and more than one reason to do it. Even the mud and blood of a Civil War
battlefield can be appealing under the right circumstances…
Chef
Coffee Anderson
Abelardo Quiñones was the head chef of a five-star restaurant. He was also practically a slave to the ruthless gang that
ran the Distrito Federál. But if his plans worked, all that would change.
The Morning Place
Mary Brunini
McArdle
Andy's was not a 'morning person', at least not by choice. But rising earlier than usual turned out to be worthwhile,
one time, at least.
Murderers Anonymous
Aaron
Bass
For some, the urge to kill —and the thrill of giving in to that urge— was an addiction. But it was dangerous, so much
so that the inevitable happened — they formed a self-help group.
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