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Archive - August 2019

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The Game

The spectacular man could have seduced any lady at the fundraiser, but passing the others without a look, he sauntered up to Nora, a glass of champagne in each long-fingered hand, and, with a devilish grin, planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Nora quivered as heat spread outward from the kiss and set her heart to racing.

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Take the Day Off

It’s a beautiful day, and it’s not because of the weather! It’s because Havok has over 144 flash fiction stories in our Horde’s private collection. We’re not trying to be gross by pointing this out, we just think it’s a great number (that’s a little math joke). That’s dozens of short reads for a day

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August’s 1960s Jukebox

You’ve been wondering. You’ve been guessing. Or you’ve been stumped and need a hint! Without further ado, here are the songs that inspired August’s stories so far… at least, the ones that have been guessed! Muzzle by Abigail Falanga – not yet guessed! Hint: written by a dog’s nemesis Fire and Stone by Zachary Holbrook

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Out of Her Skin

“Is she an angel?” the little boy asked his mother. They sat on the shore playing in the sand. “She looks so… sad.”
High above them, a cliff jutted out over the water like the prow of a ship. At its edge stood a woman, her white dress and dark hair billowing in the wind.

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Made for Her

Red. All I can see is red. What’s wrong with my vision?
“Excellent. Open your eyes,” a female voice says gently.
I do, and wince when bright light blinds me further. I throw my hands up to cover my eyes, my left palm brushing against my right wrist, irritating the stitches encircling it.

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Potato Panic

The spaceship rattled again, the second violent vibration in as many minutes. Leaves fell from the trees above, and water from the large koi pond splashed my spacesuit. Vibrant colors danced and pulsed in the transparent dome of the garden’s ceiling, which offered a view of nearby space.

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Surf’s Up

“One more time. Please, Dude.”
“You’ve already tried ninety-nine times, John!”
“No sweat, Dude. One hundredth time’s the bomb.” John paced in the only open area the lab equipment left them.
“I don’t know. Dr. Perrault’s due back in the lab soon.”

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Here She Comes

“In this town, folks know better than to lie.”
I peer at the scruffy, middle-aged man over the top of my sunglasses. “P-pardon?”
“No need to take offense. I was only giving you some friendly advice.”
“And what happens if I lie? The lie police come drag me off?”
The man grimaces and glances over his shoulder, as if expecting someone.

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July’s Chart Toppers

We feel a bit like Casey Kasem this month, bringing you the Top songs Stories for July. Ratings are based on comments and votes. Radio Stars by Teisha J. Priest (Wacky Wednesday) Haunt by R.F. Gammon (Mystery Monday) Salty by Michael Dolan  (Wacky Wednesday) Mothership by L.N. Weldon (Techno Tuesday) Voices in Twilight by Andra

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Sold Out

“All first-class tickets are sold out.”
You blink.
The grey-haired cashier shakes her head and purses her lips. “All first-class tickets in that direction are sold out, ma’am.”
“But I wanted to…” You step closer. “I need to…”
The cashier lowers the shutters in your face. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but all tickets are sold out.” She retreats deeper into her booth.

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Everyone’s a Henry

“Henry, it’s okay. You can come out now.” Margarite peered under the bed, only to find it empty.
Henry Willoughby was proving to be quite the challenge. He reminded her more of her original husband than any of the others so far, right down to the puppy-dog eyes that had lied to her face when she’d asked him where he was going that night.

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