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Grading Up

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Grading Up

“Miss?” Stacy looked up from her book cart and smiled at the visitor. “How can I help you today?” The young mother wore a flustered expression. A girl in a pink dress leaned sideways on tippy-toes, pulling against her grip. “There is a man over at the computers making a mess.” She lowered her voice. “I think he’s homeless. He smells like wet dog.” Stacy nodded. “Thank you for letting me know. I hope you’ll-” The woman walked out the front door. The girl stumbled beside her, looking over her shoulder to stare in open curiosity at the computer station. Stacy’s smile slipped. She took a deep breath, and put it on again. This wasn’t the first time a homeless person had come in to loiter about the library. It was so sad. She’d found a smile went a long way in getting them to understand the library’s policy on bringing in food or making noise. Some were even more polite than the regular visitors. Stacy found two young men at the divided three-computer table. A red-headed teenager sat
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Coyote and Tornado

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Coyote and Tornado

Coyote blew up Tulsa. Dirty old man, his whirlwind left the casinos in a state of emergency. The storm moves toward Broken Arrow until it dissipates under the weight of a hangover. Collapsing in a bed of wildflowers, he relives the highlights in dreams. Sirens can’t drag him from sleep. A rusty can bouncing off his head does the trick. Coyote lifts his throbbing eyes to the green sky. “I didn’t order this wind. Send it back. And I demand a refund for damages caused by the can!” Sky roars back. Coyote’s ears pop and static tickles his whiskers. Wind winds itself into a wide wedge. Tornado whispers through the tu
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Of Two Minds About It

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Of Two Minds About It

Previous :thumb806560488: Taak was frustrated with himself for not being happy. He was proud of how he’d clawed over every obstacle to prove he could work like a normal, human person. Nonetheless his mind paced in distracted circles and his hands twitched with nervous energy. Maybe it was the sitting. Sitting at his desk, sitting in front of customers, sitting at the dinner table on a visit back home. Life was sitting. But sitting was all he’d known since he could choose between a wheelchair and the four-legged cart, so how could that be it? Even Mother’s chicken pie couldn’t turn his mood around. He drew deep, sniff
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Waraba Nasib

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Waraba Nasib

Waraba has been Waraba since before Amadi was born. He claims he earned the nickname because he has the hyena’s luck in finding things. Amadi thinks it must be his laugh instead. It is loud and tense and filled with wanting. Waraba fights for attention like a hyena wrestling the marrow from a bone. The sun is climbing from its bed. Treasure trucks lumber in from the city to dump their loads. Waraba is wetting the side of a rusted Bajaj. Little wheels point skyward, a three-legged carcass in a savannah of refuse. Waraba finishes and scans his domain. “Have you found anything good yet?” Amadi rips open another black bag. He
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Just Right

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Just Right

Something was off about the Woods that morning. Papa Bear couldn’t define it, but the feeling lifted hairs on his back while he suggested the family cut their pre-breakfast walk short. The feeling solidified when they found the front door open. He poked his head inside the cabin and huffed in the intruder’s scent. A human female, young and injured. As he took in the last detail he noticed spots of blood leading to the kitchen. Mama picked up Baby and held him tight. The scent of her fear pricked those hairs on Papa’s back as high as they could go under his shirt. He knew she was thinking the same thing. An injured human cub
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The King and the Ghoul

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The King and the Ghoul

Excerpt from the Travel Journal of Dr. Babitunji, Chief Magician of King Sulakhan: Collected by T. P. Hade of the Nonhuman Cultural Illumination Project Author’s Note: In 461BK, during the second year of his reign, King Sulakhan toured the outer reaches of the Saaraiah Desert to offer gifts to his citizens and learn more about his kingdom. This occurred in the town of Basieruz, now a popular tourist destination. We did not tame magic with our intellect. The natural world perfected its use long before we attempted to define it with our convoluted theories. – King Sulakhan The Head Man prostrated himself before us. Without waitin
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The Charred Jungle

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The Charred Jungle

He went to sleep a man and awoke a jaguar. The feline form felt like coming home, and as soon as his eyes opened he could see that he was indeed back where he belonged. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves above, splashing across his mottled coat in warm patches. He took in a breath of humid air, held it, savored it. Nothing here but the buzz of insects and the call of monkeys. The time of searching had come. He swished his long tail back and forth behind him as he padded across the damp soil, reassured by its presence that he had entered that state of twilight reality where answers could be found. His pink nose twitched, drawing
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Soul Fly

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Soul Fly

Uncle Levi and Auntie Gertrude and Katie didn’t miss Gramma. They didn’t even think about her until her Soul Fly Day came. Their flies were silver with big sparkly opal eyes, but Momma said the wood ones Grampa carved for us were just as good. It was my first Soul Fly Day ever. Momma got me a new black dress and told me it was all right to cry. Katie’s dress had white ruffles and silver flies stitched into it. She pointed at my wood fly and called us poor. There were so many people there was barely enough room for the shaman to get to Gramma. Everyone got real quiet so we could hear him say words I didn’t understand.
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Naga Raja

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Naga Raja

King Cobra returned to the jungle bearing the scent of milk and sandalwood. He searched for his nearest subject, and found Spitting Cobra. “My festival has ended,” he said. “Gather my subjects.” Spitting Cobra bowed his head. “Namaste, Raja” he said, and then set off on his duty. King Cobra coiled before the entrance to his termite mound burrow and waited. He felt the vibrations made by his subjects before he saw them. Snakes of every length and color poured out of the undergrowth to take their place before his throne. All were accounted for except that most arrogant of constrictors, Python, who never r
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The One

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The One

Snierk gaped up at the swirly blue on white letters which boasted the existence of the Misty Mountain Muffin Top Sweet Shoppe. A fly buzzed by his face. A fur-tipped ear flicked at it, doing the job his mesmerized brain forgot to assign to his hands. If the Misty Mountain Muffin Top Sweet Shoppe were a living organism, its immune system would be fine tuned to ward off customers such as Snierk. Unhindered by such preemptive measures, he stretched to his tip-toes, gripped the doorknob, and let himself in. There were several humans between him and the counter. He took his place in line behind an old woman whose form was indefinite under heavy l
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Stop Staring at My Teeth

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Stop Staring at My Teeth

Dearest Marie, I have returned. No more the poor man whom you spurned, Though poorer looking, your love I earned. Please stop staring at my teeth. Lovely woman with gentle hands, Think not of savage New World lands. No one in this village understands. And please stop staring at my teeth. The cold leaves me distressed And yet I labor without rest. How could you be further blessed? So stop staring at my teeth. They are different, as am I, But do not bother asking why. Just go make me a pie, And stop staring at my teeth! Greedy woman, do not take The choicest morsels that you bake For this Hunger makes me shake. Oh please, stop staring at my
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Control

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Control

The feeling came over Bill when he was out checking his trap line in the dying light of a winter evening. Eyes on the back of his head. He knew the wary scrutiny of the deer and the hungry yet restrained gaze of the wolf. This didn’t feel like either. It didn’t belong to this place any more than he did. He would have preferred the wolf. He turned around, shook his gun at the reddening sky, and cupped his other hand to his mouth. “I know you’re out there! This is private property! I don’t wanna use this, but you’ll leave me no choice if I catch you hanging around here!” A soft rustle from somewhere d
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Talking to Yourself

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Talking to Yourself

Wind drove snow over the trees with such force they seemed to step into the distance. The whiteness in the air covered everything until it was as faded as an old scent trail after a rainstorm. The snow was already deep enough to suck in a man’s leg past the knee if he wasn’t wearing snowshoes, but the figure trudging through it was no longer a man. Prankster wendigo had given up on snowshoes long ago in favor of simpler footwear. The straps challenged the clumsy fingers of his stolen human body, and he could never figure out how to move in them without tripping. He lurched onward with the tenacity of a wolverine gnawing through a
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A Taak the ghoul tale

In Service of Reputation

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In Service of Reputation

Previous :thumb769013133: “I’m a failure and it’s all your fault.” She sat on the dirty ground behind the antiques shop with a haughty set to her shoulders, like a queen looking down from her plush throne. Any hint of gratitude for another free dinner would have required a magnifying lens to detect. Taak Hade was tired of things not making sense. He tried so hard to make sense. To be courteous and consistent. To use his head. The little female was the only recipient of his generosity who bothered to carry a conversation, and she put claw-holes in the new leather covering the arm-rests of his wheelchair. He relaxed h
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The Winged Herald - Zeus

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The Winged Herald - Zeus

The following are articles from The Winged Herald, the leading news source from Mount Olympus and the Elysian Fields. Colourful, greener OS from Mount'O Mt. Olympus, March 21 – Today, the Mount'O Gods release their Spring '09 operating system, boasting a more colourful and environmentally friendly interface compared to previous efforts. "We promise a spectacular spring season this year," said Zeus, Mount'O Group chief executive officer and leader of the Greek Pantheon, at a press conference after the launch. "The highlight would be a flower show geared to begin in late May. We guarantee riotous colours and pollen allergies. Get your

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Theoretical Dog Genetics

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Theoretical Dog Genetics

As a kid I remember being confused by the logic of dog genetics presented in cartoons. When two dogs had puppies, the boys looked like the dad and the girls looked like the mom. I can only guess that this lack of originality was an attempt to cash in on the new character's resemblance to an older character that had already won people over, but where's the fun in that? Being the animal nerd that I am, I wanted a realistic guide to prevent such blandness. How to use Much of this has not yet been proven in studies with real dogs, so if you want to learn more about a real dog it is useful to research the specific breed or likely breeds that are
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Mauricio Anton, Bill Watterson
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Cat People (1942), Ice Age, Hogfather, Dog Soldiers, Night of the Hunter, Kung Fu Hustle, Ravenous
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Star Trek TNG, Batman: The Animated Series, Lost, Heroes, Ripley’s Believe it or Not
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Ratha’s Creature (Clare Bell), The Jungle Book (Rudyard Kipling), Midnight and Watchers (Dean Koontz), The Hyde Effect (Steve Vance), Life of Pi (Yann Martel), The Wolfen (Whitley Strieber), I Am Legend (Richard Matheson)
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