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“Good morning. I’m Virginia Dawson, and this is a FlashNews-33 bulletin. FlashNews-33 has learned that a major breakdown of the Martian blockade has occurred. Hundreds are feared dead in the massive surprise attack led by several militant groups of Martian colonists. NASA administrators and spokesmen for the Earth Alliance say that there is no risk to the planet Earth at this time and reinforcements will be dispatched to the blockade location immediately.

Trudi was in a hurry. She’d enjoyed all the Wiccan events her friends arranged, as keen as any of the girls to spend an evening drinking, chatting and getting verbal revenge on their boyfriends. What she’d never expected was supernatural occurrences, let alone one that would strike such a chord in her.

56-year-old Chester Thompson sat back in his chair in the empty board room and puffed on his cigar. He should have seen it coming. He threw the packet of legal papers onto the desk in front of him. Another class action lawsuit. He should have seen it coming. When Chester had founded Gentech thirty years ago, his goals had been simple -- bring cutting edge scientific progress to the people. He’d even made the company logo “Expanding America’s Future.” Bringing high tech and innovative products to the common man and woman had made him a fortune. Then everything started to go wrong.

I knew that I had it in me to be a writer. I'd done some articles for my college paper a couple of years ago, and I'd even won some creative writing contest held by the local news. I even knew the subject I wanted to write about; I should, since I was using it to come to terms with who I was.