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Wicked Game

Aether Price flew through the afternoon sky, her blue eyes tracing a route along the rooftops toward the building targeted in her police scanner’s latest dispatch. Already she could see the halo of emergency vehicles surrounding it, and with a swish of her arms, another gust of air filled her gold cape and propelled her swiftly onward.

She landed beside a flashing squad car, her blonde bobcut swishing in the breeze. The police captain ran over to greet her.

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Average: 2.8 (5 votes)

Thief, The

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I checked my watch one final time: one minute to go. As I pulled my hair back beneath my gray beanie, I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. I didn't usually get too nervous before jobs, but this one promised to be a special challenge, even for a thief with my… unusual skillset.

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Average: 4.1 (11 votes)

A Bit of Bad Luck, part 2

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The European Alps, 1082 BC

 

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Average: 3.6 (5 votes)

A Bit of Bad Luck, part 1

Alli leaned against a tree trunk growing along the bank as she began to examine her find. It was a small, iridescent blue frog that she had just netted in the stream. The patterning on its skin was different from any other species known to inhabit this part of the rainforest. She grinned. Definitely a new species.

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Average: 4 (8 votes)

Build a Girl, in Prose

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Sandra examined the limp bear skin her sister had held up to her. They were in a Build-A-Bear Workshop, making a bear as a birthday present to Sandra’s little sister Kacie. They had spent the last few minutes choosing a bear, and Kacie had already changed her mind several times.

“So you’re sure this is the one you want, Kacie?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” the little girl cried, jumping up and down.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

When the Wind Blows

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Wind rustled through the grass of the meadow, which shimmered in the bright sunlight of early afternoon. June was a lovely time of year in this part of the country. Joshua took a long breath of the fresh summer air as he stood in the middle of the meadow. From where he stood, he could see all the little trails and footpaths that wound through the meadow, joining other trails, some going past the little pond of bulrushes at the far corner of the field, all eventually leading back into the forest of oaks and bays and Douglas firs that made up most of the park.

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Average: 3 (6 votes)

Only One Still Sane, The

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Shelly had never thought herself to be a good shrink. She was nervous, narrow-minded, lacking in people skills. Often she was afraid of the patients she treated. Yet all of her colleagues commended her skills, sometimes jealously, sometimes grudgingly, but always sincerely.

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Average: 3.3 (3 votes)
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