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	"Dana crawled out of the sewer pipe that had been her home for the past nine months\.  There was a break in the clouds which loomed ominously over the once thriving city\.  She blinked and squinted her cataract covered good eye as she tried to adjust her sight to the light\. " + "<a href = Nine_MonthsAfter.html>Read more...</a>",

	"The crowd moved away like a wave as a ragged man who smelled of a month\'s worth of sweat and grime walked across the floor\.  He was the last to come in\, but the first to make an order in the crowded burger shop\. " + "<a href = Mudskipper.html>Read more...</a>",

	"It was a day like any other day\, bright and balmy in the morning and scorching hot after lunch\.  Much as the day before\, people passed the boutique display window in a hurry\. Leslie\, however\, was in good spirits because the latest autumn\-winter collection had just arrived\. " + "<a href = Leslie.html>Read more...</a>",

	"Ryuichi Mori dimmed the lights in his office and looked out the window\. His eyes focused on a brightly lit building two miles away as he recalled every inch of the structure in his mind\. Dark bricks and marbles graced the morning side of the building while the opposite side was in white stonework that reflected the red of a sunset\.  Two years it had taken him to draft out a perfect and practical form\.  Now there she stood\, a beautiful sculpture\, and his first great work\. " + "<a href = Architect.html>Read more...</a>",

	"What a mess\.  Jane couldn't think right that morning\.  First her boss had jumped on her and asked for her work schedule for the day\.  He was back a day early from Singapore\, so she had to cook up some hogwash tale about visiting the old grey house on top of a low hill next to the Chinese Cemetery\.  " + "<a href = HouseHill.html>Read more...</a>",

	"Mother latched the single door and the two windows of the hut then wedged a stick into the handles to secure them further.  It was only five o\'clock\; the dusk had not set in.  I wished I could play like the other children whose shrill voices reached me from outside, but mother insisted that we must lock ourselves in before dusk.  " + "<a href = Abah_CameHome.html>Read more...</A>",

	"I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth, wondering how much longer I was going to continue living like this.  The clock went tick-tick-tick like little guilty reminders of how little time I had left to pull my life together.  I got up from the couch and poured myself another shot of gin.  I drank it down straight, not caring anymore about acting responsible for anything. " + "<A HREF = Artist_Studio.html>Read more...</a>",

	"I dashed down the crowded steps, elbowing old women, children and other folks on their way up, cursing and yelling at them for being in my way.  Again I saw her, laughing and tottering after another boy her age in circles.  My little girl, I must take her home. "+ "<a href = Baby_Home.html>Read more...</a>",

	"Writer\’s block, eh\?\ the stranger said over my shoulder.  I looked up at him with a start.  An announcement blared over the speakers saying that it was the last call for a flight to Singapore.  I must have been in one of my trances again, I thought to myself.  It was happening to me more and more often. "+ "<a href = Beautiful_Stranger.html>Read more...</a>",

	"Today\'s Halloween and I couldn\'t get a single gig in town.  I guess nobody liked clowns anymore.  Kids didn\'t want me for their birthday parties and adults only invited me as a bad joke to play on their friends.  Maybe I should put away my wig and put on a superhero costume instead.  However, there is one problem, I am fat. "+ "<a href = Halloween_Party.html>Read more...</a>",

	"I loved the archive section of the library.  It was so quiet here the silence felt like a wall.  My rubber sole shoes squeaked on the polished floor as I made my way to my favorite corner.  From behind a shelf filled with rims and rims of tax codes of the pre-war era a cough issued.  I grimaced and slowed to a tip-toe. "+ "<a href = Library_Archive.html>Read more...</a>",

	"I woke up in a hole. As I dragged myself into a sitting position I could feel my spine snapping back to place. I was so hungry I could eat a… a… a… leg\? There it was\, a leg torn out of its sockets and partially gnawed to the bone\, lying all forlorn and neglected by my side. "+ "<a href = Zombie_Team.html>Read more...</a>",

	"Nicholas bit his finger and began chewing off the skin at the edges but he eased off when he felt a sting. He was desperate to make the sale\, and he prayed that the client would not change his schedule again. He looked at his watch\, it was almost seven. "+ "<a href = Man_Golden_Hair.html>Read more...</a>",

	"I took a deep breath. Mind over matter\, mind over matter\, I chanted to myself\, trying to forget the pain shooting up my legs and the heaviness choking my chest. Mind over matter. "+ "<a href = Anita_Climb.html>Read more...</a>",

	"The sky above\, the ground below. That was all I know. That was all I see. But now and then people did come to sit and hold hands or to piss upon my roots. I didn\’t mind too much because it broke the monotony of life around these parts. " + "<a href = Poplar_Tree.html>Read more...</a>",

	"Was this going too far, Rosalind pondered as she wrote down the name of her best friend Lucy on a small piece of yellow paper she bought at the entrance to the temple courtyard.  She folded it into the size of a dime and slipped it into a crack in the black surface of the Bo tree. " + "<a href = Bo_tree.html>Read more...</a>",

	"An old brick house stands at the end of an abandoned street.  It is quiet here, and there are lots of cool nooks and crannies to play in during the long hot summer months.  Will you let Gabrielle join her friends as they explore the place, and if you do, what kind of adventure will you let her have. " + "<a href = Frightful_Noon.html>Read more...</a>",

	"I grabbed the rope encircling the side of the life raft and pulled myself up to a sitting position then scanned the moonlit surface of the empty sea. No ships, no boats, no land. The pirates took my yacht four days ago, and now I was running low on water. The raft rocked to and fro, to and fro, as though the sea was trying to lull me to sleep.  " + "<a href = Lost_at_Sea.html>Read more...</a>",

	"My teenage sister smiled her beautiful smile and I stretched my hand out to touch the image of her face on the mirror. Then she was gone. Always the moment was fleeting. Never longer than the time it took for the smile to register in my mind. I put the shaver to the side of the sink before walking out of the bathroom and down the crumbling corridor. " + "<a href = Memory_Mirror.html>Read more...</a>",
	
	"The ceaseless drone of the new receptionist\’s voice filled Adam\’s brain, stomach and throat, making him want to throw up. He wished she would shut up. He looked up from his desk and stared out the cubicle. The woman was now chortling into the phone, oblivious to the disruption she was causing everyone else. " + "<a href = Subtle_Art.html>Read more...</a>",

	"Everything was pointless. School was pointless, home was pointless, even the mall had turned into a parade show of the whole pointlessness of life on Earth, Jack thought to himself. He wished he could go back to his home planet, but since his report was about the trend of intelligence across ten generations, he had no choice but to stay. " + "<a href = Jack_Report.html>Read more...</a>",

	"The clock ticked away the seconds, counting away the moments of my life. I couldn’t be bothered to care. I couldn’t get up, clean myself or even feed myself. Why should I care about the clock, why should I bother? But the noise, the noise was unbearable. " + "<a href = Nursing_home.html>Read more...</a>",

	"Gerald could feel them staring at him, and at his non\-existent legs. He turned on his side, wishing that they would leave him alone but they were everywhere in the room. He could smell them coming out of every corner. Even so, their presence was far more tolerable than the one who called himself Sameer. " + "<a href = Scent_Of_Guilt.html>Read more...</a>"



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