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Fiction The Plant Sitter by James S. Dorr Also What Rough Beast Comes, an ongoing graphic tale by Bill Skaar & William Jones Sedna and the Exploded Planet Hypothesis , an article exploring theories on the planet Sedna and its effect upon our own world, by Lisa Agnew Poetry by Ann K. Schwader, Peter A. Worthy, Corrine De Winter, Kevin L. Donihe, Lee Clark Zumpe, Eric Hermanson, John Grey, and Wesley Lambert The Plant Sitter by James S. Dorr Fortunately, he thought, he had means, independent wealth based on his late father’s stock holdings, half of which had passed to him when he reached twenty-one. And as for the remainder, most of these were held in trust, enough to keep him comfortable enough the rest of his life, regardless of the market’s recent gyrations. Regardless, as well, of his expensive hobbies....
January 1st "What the hell kind of critter makes a hole like that? This damn thing goes way back into the hill. The mouth alone is big enough for a man to squeeze through, ‘though I’ll be damned if I’d be one to try!” exclaimed Delbert..... Sunlight twisted through the thin part in the curtains, waking her. She opened one eye; the other was swelled shut. She touched unsteady fingers to her cheek, could feel the puffiness there. She took a quick inventory: her right thigh ached (did he kick her? Might have; must have). Her ribs on one side were tender, but she didn’t think any were broken. Not this time.... “Carrie?” Dead in the Water by Christopher Fulbright Antonio stood in the bow of the small cabin cruiser like a sea captain eyeing the lay of ships before a battle. He placed one foot upon the edge of the prow and squinted into the distance. He pulled the .357 Magnum from his belt, spun the cartridge, and checked to make sure it was loaded before snapping it back in place.... Learning to Live with Dorian by Leila Eadie Bella couldn’t take her eyes from it. She sat before the painting and stared intently, drinking it in, and still she didn’t understand: why did it obsess her so?
The events leading to my demise began on a rather mundane and ennui filled afternoon in the fall of 1925. The day was unseasonably hot but not overwhelmingly so.... Vamp Until Ready by Wendy Leeds "I tell you, Olive, the woman is draining the life out of me. I don’t know why I married her. I must have been out of my mind.” My brother Orson’s message flashed up on my computer screen. “All she does is spend my money and complain that we live so far out in the country she has to drive thirty minutes to get a full body wax. You’d think, after all these years, I’d have learned my lesson about women, wouldn’t you?”
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