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Curious how the hands never forgot the heft of the tools or the bucking of the chisel across the face of the stone. An unlabeled inhaler on the table jumped with every mallet strike. He frowned at the granite slab and considered. Kasper; next time he would be called Kasper. After graving the year on...

The American bolted half-naked down the crumbling stairs as soon as he had smelled smoke. He shouted in newly learned German for assistance: “My hovercraft is full of eels!” A working telephone was as unlikely as an electrician in an unlicensed hostel. The manager’s latest late night wiring bodge ha...

The halfling dealer peered across the table, seated on a drifting pile of coins. His second card had seen an armored warrior rise from the opposite end of the tavern and pledge his undying fealty. The bard’s newly inhuman skill with his mandolin was only slightly marred by eyes gone vacant since his...

Jaimee slumped in a departure lounge with her husband, viewing her antique iPhone’s augmented reality display. Fluff from a news ticker: tenth anniversary of the first AR virus. She smiled. The younger her needed only four hours to go from smug new iPhone owner to infectee. It was an insidious prank...

Feel free to chalk this one up to my wishful thinking. Maybe its just a quirk on my part, but I whenever I encounter the phrase "Happy Memorial Day" I have this incredible urge to slap someone.

Generations of misfits and dreamers had come to the Society for Creative Anachronism to escape for awhile. The grandest event of the SCA’s calendar was at the end of May, with members flocking to the East Coast for two weeks of fellowship, competition and the galvanizing of the traditional reenactor...

The mine-laying robot rolled forward a half-meter across the dusty landscape and halted; its auger-arm drilling down and retracting. Another payload was ejected from an internal hopper into the earthen void. The ‘bot rolled onward, an under-slung plow scraping camouflaging topsoil over the subterran...

Dolohov,

I was raised to never argue with an editor. 'faithfully' it is.

The semis rolled-in with the melting snow. Three days ago slick-talking men in unmarked SUVs came to this dying town with big smiles and cash money for property deeds on-the-spot and evacuation by nightfall. Everyone had sold. Construction crews unloaded a Main Street Facade Number Five® onto the si...