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Eric D.

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The Day Humanity Left

When the power went out, we used the bumpy texture on the walls to guide us like constellations back into the living room. My sister, Liz called out to me from the other room, while I could hear her friend panicking nearby. I think we all felt the same thing when the light's finally shut off. We all thought it was the end of everything. They say the last bits that you lose when you die is your hearing. So I understood Liz's friend, Beatriz shouts of fear. "Eddy are you there?" Liz said. She only waited a moment before flat-out shouting. "Edd...

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The Day the Coyotes Came

My Parents had their eyes glued to the TV screen as they watched sections of the U.S. map slowly change in colors, like leaves from a Hickory Tree in autumn. Each section represented one more community in shambles that was left to fend for themselves. I watched the look of horror and confusion in their faces while their hearts palpitated in their chest. "I hope she's okay." My mom said fidgeting on the couch. She couldn't hold it together any longer. "After all that's going on, I really hope she didn't get distracted by one of those crazy dr...

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The Day the Birds Left

I was only thirty minutes into Philosophy of Human Rights when my Wifi cut off. I'm stammering and running to the modem for a hard reset, when I could hear the waking moments of my Dad groaning in the other room. "Goddamn piece of shit! Piece of crap! Never wants to work!" He barged into my room. "Eddy?! Where are you?! Eddy!" "I'm here." I said walking from the living room. I rolled my eyes before he shoved his phone into my face. "Can you fix it?" "Fix what?" "It's broken!" "It's not broken", I said. "The systems just down." He shrugged an...

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Three Little Fangs

It was true darkness inside the bedroom, the type of pitch black you only get before the naked moonlight pierces through the windows. There was something about the combination of dark and silence that troubled my gullible mind. It was danger, lighting a flame to my crazy imagination and allowing it to run wild. Those scary bedtime stories my mom would read to me before bed all sprung out from within my memories. I envisioned extending limbs, furry jointed legs, antennaes and elongated scaly tentacles all lunging at me from beneath the unknow...

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Drugs, Sex & Wiesn

Klaus and Otto would have enjoyed chowing down roasted pork knuckles and pretzels at the fairgrounds of Oktoberfest by now, but instead were waiting for their friend Daniel to buy the remains of his lederhosen outfit. After a few hours, the two childhood friends headed out to meet him at the train station. During the later months of September, the Munich transit system was an unpredictable hub for a herd of pedestrian traffic. Much like the three friends, people from across the world were eager to partake in Wiesn (as the locals belovedly ca...

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A Guide to the Hidden Places

"Makayla, you might be the only person in the world who'd rather spend time flying in a sweaty compact plane" laughed Brandon. Brandon and Makayla walked down the rear of the Airbus to sit in their unremarkably compressed middle and aisle assigned seats. "Yeah. Yeah. That's not the first time you said that." Makayla stuffed her backpack in the small compartment space above her head. "Its like the engineers choose the most ergonomically unfriendly option." "It's just funny." Brandon pestered trying to lighten the mood. He adjusted the headpho...

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Super v. Jung

Don't laugh when Jung comes rushing from his bus to greet his fans nearly pissing himself from excitement. He means well. His fans waited for him to arrive to witness one of the most publicized fights in the last few years. They embraced him with loud gleeful cheers and picket signs bearing his image and moniker, "Super-Jung". It was an affirmation to his worth. May I remind you, the guy was the salvation for a sport, and a "Super-Hero" for the people. Which sport you're probably wondering? Taekwondo? Hapkido? No, Jung, was the sport. He enc...

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Krav Maga Remedy

I'm knocked out in my bed, probably snoring like a banshee when a grim dream conjures up in my head. I'm reminded of those loud air-raid sirens when I was living in Jerusalem. I was a kid the first time I heard them, I ran as fast as I could to the nearest miklat to take shelter. My Dad pulled me by my small frail arms and yelled at me to pick up my feet. My tiny legs were moving as fast as they could until my dad hoisted me up in a panic. Maybe it's why I enlisted in the IDF when I grew up, I didn't want to feel helpless again. The phone ri...

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The First Contact

It's five in the morning, and I've just collapsed after the dizzying helicopter ride to my Grandpa's yacht. My phone starts to vibrate, the sound is making my head feel like imploding. Then a gentle knock on my bedroom door turns to a persistent pounding. "Miss Magdalena?" Someone called out my name. It's Mackenzie speaking with his thick Northern accent. He's been with the family since I could remember. "It's your Grandad, Lassie. Best pick up the phone, awrite?" "No!" I said firmly. "I would not like to get up, and that's final." He won't ...

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The Girl Who Stirred The Pot

Sophia watched the corner of her phone and groaned at the absence of bars. She turned to her cousin, Alejandra who followed her around like a lost puppy. Sophia was the cool cousin from America afterall, and it made for some good practice speaking English. For Sophia however, she dreaded visiting abroad her father's birthplace but, tried to make the best of her time there. "Ugh. I'm bored again. Let's play a game?" "OK sure. What game?" "This one I made-up sitting around in Math class with my friends. We'd get substitute teachers almost ever...

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Zero Saints Abroad

Five years ago, I landed in the old country for the first time to visit my brother. As my chauffeur sped across that jaw dropping green valley, I wondered why the locals paid no mind to their own gorgeous landscape. People were too busy surviving here. He finally dropped me off at the beach where my brother had built his bricked house on top of a hill in an American cape Cod style. From a distant glance, it looked like the same home we grew up in. That beautiful memory was distracted by the foul stench of something rotten in the vicinity. I ...

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The Phantom Plane

I'm taking several images using my long-zoom digital camera, perfect for catching Triple Sevens spiraling down towards the Pacific winds. I marvel from the panoramic view of my bosses window and try to guess where ATC will allow the pilots to land. It's one of the two busiest times of the week for flights, Friday afternoon, the second being Monday morning. Across the south runway, there's a twinkle in the window coming from the old abandoned hangar formally known as the Lake Airways hangar. From the outside, it looks like a decaying building...

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A Trip through the Land of Volcanoes

Me and my chief of staff, Reginald worked tirelessly for these coordinates, they lead us to the Land of Volcanoes, in a city called San Miguel, where the population of mestizos immune from the hazy air and scorching tropical heat called it home. The massive behemoths in the foreground, they watched me suspiciously in the distance the second I arrived. I waited outside of the busy airport unwillingly offering my arms as a hors d'oeuvres to the mosquitoes, while I scoured for the taxi drivers aggressively crowding the incoming travelers to win...

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Romance Incorporated

Q, sat in the corner office by the window overlooking the gloomy city drenching itself in rain. It looked like it was eating itself from the inside. He took a deep breath and rang over Parvati. Parvati's long thick black hair swayed when she walked. It entered the room before she did. "You wanted to see me, sir?" "Yes. Thanks for coming in P. How're the numbers looking?" "Oh...The numbers?" Parvati sighed. "Well...are the quarterlies report due already?" "Mhm." "Ok so here's the deal." "Whoa. Whoa. Let me cut you off there for a moment, P. I...

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The Honeycomb Crown

I remember my thoughts about this town when I first arrived, it left breathless and confused. I wondered how an American city could feel so foreign. It was desolate and the sun had been bombarding its residence with brutally long 19-hour days. Aside from how difficult it was to maintain a proper sleep cycle, there was one other thing that brought me comfort in this place, the mountains. They were in the foreground like the local elders watching over us, and protecting us. Meanwhile, the temperamental wispy clouds foreboded something strange....

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