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Baseball Card
Written By Ethan Brown Edited By Adriana Smith He sat at the bar with the baseball card in his hand. He flipped it over a couple times and studied the statistics. He’d just met a stranger online who was selling the thing and wasn’t sure if it was legitimate, given the fact that this card normally went for a pretty penny. The person who sold him the card had told him that it was authentic and…
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Meet Cute
Written by Ethan Brown Edited by Adriana Smith Audio Version: The floorboards creaked under his weight as he tried not to wake her. A courtesy for the night they’d had, wild and passionate. He hadn’t known her long but he felt a real connection he knew he only wanted to last for a day. The bar was caught somewhere between trying to be rustic and trying to be something from outer space. The…
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Just Another One
Written by Ethan Brown Edited by Adriana Smith Audio Version: The message laid on the desktop of an investigator who went by the name James Klendine. He’d been in the business of tracking down people running away from their problems for a little over two decades and liked to consider himself good at it. He’d spent ten years on the police force and five as a detective, only to be kicked out…
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Stardust at The Beach [AUDIO]
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Imagination
Written by Ethan Brown Edited by Adriana Smith When I was younger, when my mind was immature and content with watching the world around me, I didn’t think much about relationships. The key there is that I didn’t think about relationships, though it’s hard to tell if I thought about love. There are a number of reasons for this. I could blame the media for showing love stories—princes and…
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Pop
Written by Ethan Brown Edited by Adriana Smith The lid opens and I pull out a single pill. Counted down from the seven that used to occupy the bottle’s space, I am now at six. Ironically enough, that’s the number of years that I’ve been taking them since I first got here 10 years ago. Who would have thought that a planet full of crazy people could exist? When the Galactic Government, or GG for…
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Static Charge
Written by Ethan Brown Edited by Adriana Smith There is a secret known only to few, an impressive task given that most conspiracies have all kinds of documents that can be found online. This secret, though, is one many people wish to be true, accept to not be true, and never find out is in fact a reality. Jameson closed his notebook and adjusted his glasses. He ruffled his hair in frustration…
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The Liar Musician Chapter 3
Written By Ethan BrownEditing By Adriana Smith The two stood in front of the door, The Liar’s glowing face illuminating as much of the door as possible. Marissa stood beside him, her arms crossed protectively, with a doubtful look on her face. It took some convincing on The Liar’s part to get her to come with him to the door. She had almost slipped into comatose again, but The Liar had used a…
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What is Tough
Written by Ethan BrownEditing by Adriana Smith To me, or in my opinion, love is the toughest thing to attain. I’m aware that adults will tell young pups who think they’ve found the one that there is a big wide world out there that holds anyone and everyone. Your special person is out there, you just have to wait a little longer and look past the other pup you’ve found yourself with. People have…
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The Interesting Thing about Feelings
Written by Ethan BrownEditing by Adriana Smith Lincoln had been around people since the time he was born. When he entered the world, people were there greeting him and assaulting his newly formed senses. He grew up with this knowledge of how to feel. He slowly developed it as his brain learned to make connections between things, which happened outside of his control in response to the signals…
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First Tattoo
Written by Ethan BrownEditing by Adriana Smith Nervousness ran in Kyle’s family. He was overly familiar with its cursed whispering. He knew himself to be dramatic at times, but he didn’t think it would be this difficult to go into the shop. “Come on, man, we’ve all gotten one.” His first friend, Len, egged him on, lightly pushing his shoulder. They had gathered in front of the parlour with two…
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’90s Girl
Written by Ethan BrownEditing By Adriana Smith I’ve always been afraid of my writing. Things come from it. Not just ideas, thoughts, emotions, and inspirations like my readers tell me. Actual things. I write something on a page and send it in to my editor, and next thing I know, something from it is at my doorstep in a neat little package. At first, it was just random little objects, a pair of…
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Stardust at The Beach
Written by Ethan BrownEditing by Adriana Smith There is a place that is a little difficult to reach. It’s far from any land, it’s higher than any plane, but it’s lower than outer space. Getting there requires only knowing how to do so. It’s an exclusive club of people who are its denizens. Most would assume that the ones who can get there are only the most elite, but this is not the case.…
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Sanctuary
By Erica Marielle The night was wide and empty, particularly noticeable where the surf met the land. Kells looked behind them, checking to make sure her mother hadn’t followed them. “You’re safe here.” Matt reassured her. Her mother knew who he was, but didn’t know that they knew each other, and she likely didn’t know that he had a boat. Still, it was a small enough island. If someone had seen…
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The Liar Musician Chapter 2
“You’re the one they call ‘The Liar Musician’, yes?” a gravely somber voice spoke from the darkness. The Liar opened his eyes and looked to both sides. The glow gel on his face highlighted a few shadows, but it wasn’t bright enough to give him a clear picture of what, or who, was in the room. He sat up, feeling soft cushions beneath where he had fallen. Whoever’s trap he had fallen into might not…
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Who I Am
If there were a way to erase every sunrise in the morning that I’d seen; every moon breaking through the clouds while the nightlife sang, gone from my memory, I’d do it. I would choose to get rid of every good thing I’ve heard, everybody I’ve been close to, every movie which made me wonder.I am young at heart as all who age are. I hold innocence which I hide from the world, afraid that someone…
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