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"Lesterkoff let her helmet light play over the cowering figure, their pale face streaked with dust and tears and crusted with bloodstains, and realized she knew the name stitched onto the filthy overalls." - Jude Reid "Curiosity's Child"
— Jun 29, 2021 10:05PM
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"Panoramic terror spread across the park and town beyond. A cell tower rose beside a quiet power substation near the public restrooms for the park. Faces, thousands of them, twisted in the breeze from not-catgut strings. Bones clacked together dry in toneless chimes." - Jay Wilburn "The Artist and The Muse"
— Jul 26, 2021 08:13AM
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"How long had he been running and how long could he sustain it? John wondered. The rain had let up after midnight, sometime after whatever-the-fuck-had-happened to Junior, but the ground was still wet for it, muddy, slippery. " - Eric J. Guignard "Midnight, Off Arkansas River Trail"
— Jul 18, 2021 10:52AM
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"Outside my window, I see a dark shadow slink behind the bushes across the road. I hold my breath, stepping slowly back from the window. It's unlikely that they could get me from that distance, but they appear to be evolving. Learning. Anything is possible, as I've discovered in the last six weeks." - M.J. Mars "Six Weeks"
— Jul 18, 2021 10:45AM
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"Henry tried to imagine what the sea must have looked like before the cataclysm. What it had looked like before the dark stain had risen from the ruptured seabed and spread along the coastline. Beneath those waves, sunken cities and islands lay, lost, and haunted by the decayed remains of once vibrant communities." - P.L. McMillan "The Whale Hunt"
— Jul 18, 2021 10:36AM
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"The branches had been stripped off and the base was blackened and scourched, as if sundered by lighting. Lashed to the tree and using its own muscles and sinew as bindings, was the corpse of an adult stag. The guts sat at the base of the tree, still steaming in the cold. One hoof twitched sporadically." - Richard Beauchamp "Black Tongue"
— Jul 18, 2021 10:27AM
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"A small canvas, I think. At first, I assumed I'd need a broad one to capture her immensity, but the more I consider it, the more a smaller canvas makes sense, as if it alone can't hold her girth and multitudinous limbs all squeezed tight, trying to fit." - Maggie Slater "Rhapsody in Flesh Minor"
"It's bones were marked, as if they wanted to get out of their flesh prison..." - J.C. Martinez "Sacs"
— Jul 05, 2021 09:01PM
"It's bones were marked, as if they wanted to get out of their flesh prison..." - J.C. Martinez "Sacs"
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"Even as she watched they were already reassembling themselves, the mold pulling the pieces of their host back into some tragic mockery of form." - S.R. Miller "It's Inside"
— Jun 18, 2021 08:52PM
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"The night passed in pieces that were hard to assemble." - Amelia Gorman "Puzzled Pieces, Lock-in Places"
— Jun 07, 2021 11:41AM
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"She looked around at the bodies. Here, there were signs that the hospital staff has fought back. There were many bodies, hit some weren't human." - Michelle Tang "The Collectors"
— Jun 01, 2021 10:49PM
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"It was covered in little blobs of purple and green that squirmed all around its carcass like maggots. A chaos of hungry color against the sapphire placidly of the Gulf." -Scotty Milder
— May 30, 2021 09:52PM

