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Conway’s Last Dance – Benjamin Welton

        Conway thought he was so slick. The slickest he had ever been in his miserable life. Knocking over the big boss was easy enough—he just weaseled his way into the heart of one of the boss’s best girls and ran like hell. Best of all, the idea was his and his alone. Conway figured that it more than made up for years of disappointment. 

        Ever since washing ashore in Bangkok,

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Shooting Blanks (Not So Super Now) – James Stelzer

For Will Bernardara Jr.

 

They should let me design a suit for Spider-Man, man. I’m so sure I’d do a stellar job of it. I’d make it using a dark fabric as a base – black denim’s a good shout – and then I’d just have it stained all over, with like, a dull, patchy, yellowish-grey wash. My suit would block out his ability to shoot web somehow,

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The Most Fearsome Thing – Joanna Rafael Goldberg

The women at camp looked like cannibals. Their teeth and lips stained from the woodland berries they had found. “May I have some?” I asked, polite and hungry. No one shared. They were rationing their fruits, saving some for their partners and children. In need of the calories and vitamins, I went out to find some for myself. 

        I wandered in the thick until it should have been dark,

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The AF Collective’s Poison Path [excerpt] – Emanuel Mango

She Who Rides the Beast

 

        So out of himself, Hemlock returns home – more like he roams the streets trying not to return home and think – kicking cigarette butts under flashes of the distant lighthouse. He smells the whales rotting while new batches arrive, some still opening and closing their mouths as if gasping for air. Suicidal giants forcefully transplanted. There are some people about,

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