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Moving Up by Tobaeus, literature

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Moving Up

“Welcome to the family.” That should have been Julia’s first red flag. No business that called itself a family turned out to be a good one. But the job paid well and she needed work, so she smiled and shook the interviewer’s hand. It was hot and felt like wax. That should have been her second red flag. When she stepped off the elevator on her first day, all her coworkers rushed up to greet her. “We’re so happy to have you on the team!” “Come see your desk. It’s in a great spot.” “Do you like fruit? We got you a gift basket.” Julie’s new coworkers whisked her to her new desk. They hadn’t lied. The desk was in a good spot, near the bathroom and the breakroom. Her desk was dominated by the biggest fruit basket she had ever seen in her life, festooned with ribbons that said “Welcome!” in big, friendly letters. The rest of her shift was spent learning names, trading phone numbers and social media contacts, and touring everyone else’s

Seeds by Leonca, literature

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Seeds

It started with seeds. Their scent drew her across the smooth game trail into unfamiliar territory. She could smell that there were five different kinds. They were up a skinny tree, pure food in place of leaves. All her life she’d kept her distance from New Things. This morning she was hungry enough to take a risk. Her thick black coat was ready for winter, but the cubs waiting to plant in her womb were not. They thirsted for fat, and would not see the start of life unless a good harvest provided it. The year had been dry. Nuts and berries were scarce. She uprooted the tree and munched morsels from the grass with long, flexible lips. A nearby fallen tree, strange and smooth, lost a sliver of bark. An old sow human emerged as from a den. She gave a warning huff. The human took a few steps closer, but stopped just short of triggering the urge to run. Food scents wafted from the hollow tree, too many for her to count. Old Sow gave a long series of woofs. They were soft and revealed

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Regarding the Pipes by Fevley, literature

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Regarding the Pipes

“Hey Moroni?” Madj called from the top of a dusty shelf in the very dusty antique shop. “What is it, Madj?” “Can you tell me about the pipes?” Moroni looked up from his sketchbook. “You can see them?” he asked, sounding pleased. “How wonderful! Yes, come on down.” Those pipes were once a man from a wandering tribe named Exicheretol Gilbert of Drifting Orchards. Like most wanderers, the Exicheretol tribe was formed of castoffs from sedentary and nomadic tribes; but unlike most wanderers, they had endured for many generations. Everyone was expected to make sacrifices for each other. Because he loved his tribe so much, Gilbert made three. The first sacrifice was giving up a scholarship at a prestigious sedentary university, where he would have studied hydroponics. He instead chose to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a dentist. His skill and care were greatly renowned, and his tribe was healthier for it. The second sacrifice was refusing marriage to the woman of