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PreTeena August 29 – September 4

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An excerpt from &quotSnakehand&quot

The town’s headlong rush to debauchery slowed as sunrise approached. The oil lamps were extinguished. The saloons shuttered. The star-shot sky above was giving way to a salmon colored dawn. Joe Wiley made his last pass along the main drag, kicking drunks awake. Telling them if they didn’t have a place to stay then at least get out of sight before the stores opened for business. The night before was quieter than most. Most of the drovers were spread out all over the hills to the north and south gathering […]

Week Twenty-Eight: The Passport Agency

"You need to turn left," Emma said. "Why do I need to turn left?" I asked. "I know exactly where this place is." "Because I said so," she said. We were in downtown Philadelphia, with baby Richie asleep in his car seat in the back of the Prius. I was headed south on 2nd Street, near the river, headed for Chestnut, where the regional passport office is. "I know where we’re going," I said. "We should be there in about five blocks. It’s a straight shot down this street." "And […]

The Red Rose and the Briar

Jack Melton carried his coffee mug down the hallway at Melton, Norville, Jennings & Johnson toward Bill Norville’s office. Norville was the managing partner, and had buzzed Melton that he wanted him to join a meeting urgently. Bill had disconnected the call before Jack could ask why. As he neared the closed door to Norville’s office, he was intercepted by Jenny Jackson, Bill’s paralegal, who handed him a folder containing what appeared to be computer printouts. "Bill wants you to bring this to him," she said. "What is it?" "He […]

PreTeena August 22 – 28

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What Would Teddy Do?

**** Back at the apartment I spent about an hour trying to find more about ‘Cornflake Utopia,’ but had no luck. Greg wrote a comic called Darkweb, a manga about a super-hacker duck. His duck-hacks seemed genuine, so I called and told him about the CIA’s secret project. "You’re telling me this – on your phone??" he said. I could hear the facepalm, and he said. "Hello Mr. NSA man, don’t mind Peter, we’re just testing your system." He hung up and texted "CONTACT ME VIA ENCRYPTED APP!!!" I sent […]

What Would Teddy Do?

Dawn was naked and sweating, trying to hold an Amazon warrior pose. I was sketching her, my pencil like a wisp of wind following the curls of her hair, the gold light dancing on her round belly, the curve of her toes. This was all I’d ever need, a beauty that blocked out the rude noises of the real world. "Peter!" she shouted. I jumped. My eraser bounced across my lap, followed by my pencils. I tried to grab them but instead smeared the drawing. Ruined. "You really don’t hear […]

Why DragonCon Debuted The Dragon This Year

I suspect the 1635 and 1636 books will cancel each other out, or they’ll have to coordinate before they decide. 6. Best Apocalyptic Novel Ctrl Alt Revolt! by Nick Cole A Time to Die by Mark Wandrey Dark Age by Felix O. Hartmann Chasing Freedom by Marina Fontaine The Desert and the Blade by S.M. Stirling The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin This is interesting, since three of the novels here are written by conservatives: Cole, Wandrey, and Fontaine are certainly no liberals. NK Jemisin, however, is one of the […]

Why DragonCon Debuted The Dragon This Year

DragonCon is a convention that takes place every year over the Labor Day weekend in downtown Atlanta, GA. It is, by all accounts, the largest sci-fi and fantasy convention on the planet Earth. If you don’t believe me, their minimum attendance every year is 60,000. It has been suggested that their attendance is over the six-figure mark, but they don’t say as much because they’re afraid that the fire marshal will shut them down. Every year, the DragonCon parade brings in about 100,000 people, who come in and watch the […]

The Life and Death of Deadlier N. U.

Spencer and Lyle walked along the rural, unfinished road. Lyle picked up one of the loose stones that were all over it and then he threw it at one of the overhead power lines. He missed it. "Oh, man. I was that close," he said to Spencer. "And you didn’t think I’d come anywhere near it." Spencer looked over at him. "What are you talking about? I never said anything and neither did you. And who throws rocks at power lines?" "What’s your problem?" Lyle asked. Spencer didn’t say a […]