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The Shtriga
The infant cries a welcome cry
That pierces through the darkened sky.
It warms the hearts of all who hear,
Bringing them great joy and cheer -
To all, that is, except Miss Nye.
When she descries new life nearby
Jealousy fills her darkened eyes,
And on her face appears a sneer.
The infant cries.
That night she Changes to disguise
And through the infant's window flies.
Out of nowhere she appears,
Gives him his first dose of fear,
Bites his neck to suck him dry -
The infant cries.
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A new world was coming to life under his fingers. A snow-covered mountain of a landscape that he forged new valleys in with every pass over it he took. The sun beating down on his world with inescapable heat that he wanted to apologise for. The snow and glaciers on his mountain melting in waves that would cause avalanches if he wasn't careful, but he took his time and paid attention to it; removing the rivers of melted ice before they could become more than that.
Sometimes he took more than just the meltwater though, in his hunger and his greed. Sometimes he took it upon himself to cleanse the sinners from his world. Sometimes whole villages were removed with a mere flick of his powerful and mighty tongue. Sometimes--
The little boy accidentally dropped his icecream and sat down hard on the pavement in dismay. Glaciers hit the hot tarmac desert and forged new rivers in front of him, the inhabitants of his world screaming with the change, but he was too busy crying to care.
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"But it's so sparkly, how could it be evil?" Tina stretched her hand out to the dazzling creature and I had to snatch it back again right quick.
"It's a unicorn, Tina," I whispered fiercely in her ear, "We've been over this."
The unicorn in question was a young one--a yearling, I would hazard--and a good thing that was too, I reckon, as a full-grown one could'a skewered us on the spot. As it were this beast just stood there; red eyes glarin' at us and almost-diamond horn glist'nin' in the moonlight as it waited for us to try somethin' stupid like that again.
"But-" Tina started to protest and I had to physically drag her away, keeping eye contact with the young unicorn all the while and bowing all respectful-like to it. I couldn't move too fast neither, didn't want to spook the thing. All in all it was a relief and a half when I got the fool girl back into the trees and out of eyesight o' that thing.
"I keep tellin' you, Tina. These ain't like them fairytale unicorns from
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I strolled on down to the watering hole that day like it was just any other old day. Nobody told me the world would be ending.
The place was packed to the frills just like it always was. Old man three-horn saw me coming and cleared a place for me next to him with one sweep of his tail, all the little underfoot folk scattering before it. I thanked him for his kindness and hunkered down next to him, lowering my massive neck down towards the water, but before I could take so much as a single gulp it happened. Or at least, it started to happen.
There was a bright flash in the sky in front of me. I paused midway to drinking, pondering what it was, and before I could lower my head again a great ripple came storming across the ground towards me. I ducked my head down, dug my massive feet in and roared at it. Old man three-horn saw what I was doing and joined in with me. The two of us arrayed with all our might against that mighty force bearing down upon us.
We threw everything w
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A Roaring Success
"What great food!" I said with a hearty bellow, licking my plate clean with much gusto.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," Mindy told the lot of us with a bare-toothed grin that marked a distinct change in atmosphere.
I paused, swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat, and started to wish I hadn't swallowed any of the food she'd given me. That was quite the odd thing to say when being complimented on a meal.
Almost on cue, a number of our number started to choke, despite having already finished their food and not having anything to choke on anymore. Mindy watched them in gleeful anticipation, golden eyes lit up like she was watching a fireworks display.
I stared at my choking friends as well--with a much more horrified expression on my face--but soon found I had other problems to concern myself with. I may not have been choking, but there were two red hot balls of molten lead growing in my shoulderblades. My arms contracted backwards sharply with the pain, my
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On Acquiring Cake
The first party was on bonfire night. That was Sam's actual birthday, and he'd insisted on having his party then, so he could celebrate with the big bonfire and the fireworks in the park and pretend that they were all for him. His family packed up a wonderful picnic, invited all his friends, and brought along a big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the bonfire.
After Sam complained--with much screaming and tantrums--that his first birthday party had been utterly and irreparably ruined, the second party was scheduled at the pool for the very next week. His family booked the pool and the party room, ordered a bunch of party food, invited most of his friends along again, and bought another big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the pool.
Of course, that utterly and irreparably ruined Sam's second party as well, so a third was scheduled a week
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Thank God and Arkhipov
Let us never forget what never happened. The roar of the bombs that never fell. The billions of lives that were never lost. The ecological damage that was never done. The wounded world that never came into being. All for the sake of retaliation against an imagined threat.
Thank God and Arkhipov that never happened.
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On Dungeons and Dwarves
It's the little things that get to me. Wading through mud that reaches past my chest, fighting against the legs of horses, never being able to see the enemy coming over the walls.
I try to get my party to accommodate me but I can see the problems coming up again when the GM sets up a battle in the middle of a field of tall grass. He must have it in for me because he never seems to remember that one very simple but very important fact:
Being a dwarf means you're short.
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That's No MacGuffin!
​It was closing in on closing time in The Black Dragon Inn, and the vast majority of the student mage patrons were studiously ignoring this fact in favour of nursing their favourite drinks for as long as possible and talking loudly enough at each other that they could barely hear the bartender's metal teeth grinding at them.
In one darkened corner of the common room that was conveniently shrouded in shadows, a trio of rather unsavoury-looking patrons were taking this opportunity to discuss rather unsavoury things in rather unsavoury and forbidden language.
"Listen," said the biggest of the three, who looked like she was made of muscles and spice and nothing at all nice, "I say we burn it along with the bastard we got it from and have done with it."
"No no no no no," the redheaded halfling countered, almost falling off her stool as she leaned forwards to squeak. "We have to make sure it's disposed of in a ecologically responsible manner."
"Ecologically responsible manner?" repeate
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Now That's True Love
I fumbled for my phone then called my boyfriend Josh in a panic. "Dude," I said as soon as he picked up the phone, "Dude. DUDE!"
"What?" he mumbled, clearly half-asleep. It was two in the morning, after all. I'd probably woken him up.
"Dude." I repeated. "You know how we made that pact, ages ago?"
"About not dating Alicia? What did you do, man?" Suddenly he was all alert. Good.
"No, nononono. Not that pact. The other pact." I tried to put a sense of urgency into my voice, so he would understand what I was talking about.
"Wait. You're not going to Disneyland without me are you?!" He sounded genuinely distressed this time.
"No," I said again, then dropped my voice to a whisper, "about hiding bodies"
"...Oh." He was quiet for a moment. "Are you fucking with me right now?"
"No! Listen, you remember that guy who moved in recently and kept complaining about Duke's barking?"
"Yeeeah..." said Josh, sounding rather apprehensive.
"Well, it got worse. He started
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Hero of the Soviet Union
Lyudmila Pavlichenko stared down the barrel of her sniper rifle. She'd had the German soldier in her sights for a good ten minutes while he sat lackadaisically at his post, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to pull the trigger. It just wasn't right, taking a human life. She couldn't make herself do it.
She was still trying to work out how to get away with not shooting--what on earth she would tell her superior officers--when something about the soldier's demeanour changed. He sat up straight, attention focused somewhere off to his right. Abruptly, he stood up--Lyudmila's sights still tracking him--raised his rifle, took aim, and fired.
Lyudmila gasped, and took her eye off the scope quickly. She was just in time to catch sight of a lone Russian soldier go down at the edge of the trees. Unsure of quite why she was doing it, she swung her rifle around and looked down the scope at him. She stared, appalled. She recognised the dead young man. She knew him. She'd talked to hi
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A Heady Night
It was just your average Thursday night, nothing special about it. The rain was falling, the streets were quiet, and Adam Knott was walking home from work at The Institute. He had his headphones in as he always did, music blaring, head nodding along to the rhythm. There was nothing about it even remotely out of the ordinary, right up until the moment the back of his head exploded with a violent starburst of agony and he lost consciousness.
"I've done this procedure a hundred and twenty-two times, there is nothing to worry about. We will start by removing your head..." was the first thing he heard upon waking. He opened his eyes to see two hands reaching towards him, so close they blocked out the sight of almost everything else. Adam, naturally, screamed, and passed out again.
The next time he awoke there was no voice to greet him. Everything was so quiet, in fact, that it took him quite a long while to even realise that he was awake. He lay there floating in a sensoryless void, still l
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A Bad Day
We decided on a hugging policy years ago. Three seconds - counted by rocking to the side - meant everything was fine. Any less, meant he was stressed but didn't want to talk about it; any longer, signalled the need for a good cry.
When he hugged me this morning I lost count at about fifty-five.
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Polly Desires a Soylent Cracker
Once upon a time there was a peculiar pirate ship in the mediterranean sea. This was no ordinary pirate ship of the kind you may have heard about before, you see - no, this pirate ship, although it looked just the same as all the others before it, was of a new cybernetic design, entirely controlled by a superintelligent AI named Polly. Now, Polly preferred to take the disguise of a hologramatic parrot most of the time, as she didn't really like talking to humans and desired to hide her superintelligence from the crew. This suited Captain Morgan Bytebeard just fine, as it meant that as far as his crew were concerned, he was the one who ran this ship. They all thought Polly was just a standard holoparrot. They thought Bytebeard was basically God-like in his supernatural knowledge and handling of The Jonny Deep--which had swiftly earned a reputation as the fastest and deadliest pirate ship in the mediterranean--and he wanted to keep it that way.
Unfortunately for Bytebeard,
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Little Rabbit Foo-Foo
It was late in the evening one Thursday night and Little Rabbit Foo-Foo was hopping drunkenly through the forest, doing what he always did whenever he was this drunk--namely, scooping up any fieldmice he could find and bopping them on the head. The fieldmice protested this treatment of course, but in his drunken state he found their high-pitched pleas amusing and they only served to spur him on further.
He was only halfway through the forest when the trees suddenly lit up around him, and all the fieldmice took advantage of the distraction to scamper away from him. As he stared in shock and confusion, a round and winged form appeared and waved its finger at him crossly before identifying itself as Merryweather, the Good Fairy. "Little Rabbit Foo-Foo, I don't like your attitude," she said, "scooping up the fieldmice and bopping them on the head. Now I'm gonna give you two more chances to reform, and then I'm gonna turn you in to a ghoul."
Then she waved her magic wand and he found himsel
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This is about books and reviews and a lot of awesomeness.
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With a reading obsession, book lists and reviews become a matter of vital necessity. They're a great reference when someone says, "Hey, Reader, recommend me a book!" (or you ask yourself, "Have I read this yet?") and you realize that your small memory stretches only to the last five books you read, and a few memorable classics.
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'The Body Electric' Fiction Contest

It replays each of the days
A hundred years of routines
Bows its head and prays
To the mother of all machines

- Rush, “The Body Electric”
”I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going.”
- HAL, 2001: A Space Odyssey
”Bite my shiny metal ass!”
- Bender, Futurama
Robots. Androids. Thinking computers. Clockwork automata. From the coldly efficient Terminators to the erudite androids of Star Trek, and from the tragedy of Dr. Frankenstein’s creation to the psychosis of supercomputer HAL-9000, the concept of Artificial Intelligence (AI) is a staple of modern storytelling. The concept is familiar in fiction, but is on the cusp of reality.
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Tale 4: Lace Umbrella
I never knew her name, nor anything about her. I held her high in my heart, harbouring an unintrusive tenderness, never telling her a thing about it, never intending to. I waited until, maybe, one day she'd glance at me. She never did.
She was there on rainy afternoons, waiting endlessly in the bus stop, a parasol made of black lace held elegantly over her head. An oval, perfect Asian face, sparkling black eyes. I--You know, she never noticed me. But I always noticed her. I was fascinated from a distance by her bare, slender, white arms and her graceful profile, dark against a cloudy sky. Who was she, I wondered. What was she doing in this Europe, wearing a long, black dress, holding that parasol? I pictured a thousand lives for her. An actress. A cosplayer. An exiled noble, never fitting in our world. A slave. A wife. A madwoman. She was... well, I only had two certainties about her. She was beautiful. And she was dead. Maybe that's why the weather didn't bother her. But it bot
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'Weird Al's' Advice: Follow Your Muse To 'Grow Up'
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Daily Deviation Suggestions: The Myths, the Truth, and the Sending.
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Do people suggest Literature-related Daily Deviations?

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Outside the Continuity
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"Dinosaurs puts it directly into scifi," said Tabitha. I wondered if she'd noticed that there wasn't really any writing on the forms—just implied legal hokum because my brain couldn't grasp insurance claims, so I certainly couldn't write real ones for her.
"You know, there isn't really even anything on these insurance forms," she added, tossing more papers onto the pile. "I mean, it makes sense most of the time—I've got insurance forms so they say insurance form things, but now you're here and it's like
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Live Bait
The day the class learned about the bog men, Kyle sat up and paid attention. Any other day, he'd be sneaking glances at his phone, flirting with Danni next to him, or anything other than caring about what Mr. Carson had to say about protozoa.
The topic was actually the formation of peat moss, but Carson liked to throw in macabre touches. "For instance," he said, "in the moors of northern Europe, low temperatures and the acidity of the water provide ideal conditions to preserve a corpse indefinitely, even hundreds of years." He followed this up with gruesome photos taken from the internet of those very corpses, withered prunes of humanity kept almost intact.
Kyle was fascinated. His friends were less so when he presented his idea during lunch. "Look at this," he said, presenting the page he'd brought up on his iPhone. "Manjack Bayou. You know, that swamp outside town? Well like, there was a battle there during the Civil War, you know?" The Confederates held the town, and the Union guys
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Thought Train
Thought Train
I don't possess the prowess for this test
I can't handle the stress of this test.
I'm uncertain and solitary--
I can't even dress for this test.
I'm sure that I will do poorly
When impressed with this test.
Who are you to judge me
And assess with this test?
I've never been tidy
I'll make a mess of this test.
I am poor and not mighty
And I detest taking tests.
I yearn to live freely
Life is best without tests.
Grant me mercy
Let me forget this test.
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Moppy Eats Lunch
To: mom@astrumundi.csr
From: moppyhappy@3rdrock.sol
Mom, don't worry about my tentacles, I'm fine, and making TONS of friends here. Everywhere I go, I'm being followed by cute squishy things that sing to me. At least, I think they're singing. It sounds pretty, anyway. And there are stars everywhere! It's like the stars around our home cluster! So pretty. At least when the sun goes away. When it's up, everybody goes into these big, shiny structures and there's no one to talk to.
I tried some of the food the other day. When the sun was directly overhead, it seems like everyone comes out of the structures to get food from boxes with wheels on them. I wanted to try,  but the nearest box had too many creatures nearby, so I reached into a smaller one being pushed by one creature, found a nice hunk of meat, and plopped it into my mouth. It was delicious! A bit squirmy, though. I guess it hadn't been prepared well. The creature pushing it made a lot of noise, I guess she was happy I
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Art in China: A Country in Ten Words
Don Weinland of the China Digital Times has translated an excerpt from Yu Hua's upcoming collection of essays entitled China in 10 Words. Yu Hua is one of China's most prominent and influential writers, best known in the West for his novels Brothers and To Live, the latter of which has been made into an award-winning film by Zhang Yimou.
In this excerpt, Yu Hua 'abbreviates contemporary China’s endless chatter into ten simple words'. Those words are: People, Leaders, Reading, Writing, Lu Xun (a twentieth century writer considered to be the father of modern Chinese literature), Disparity, Revolution, Grassroots, Mountain Stronghold (Chinese slang for fake or knock-off products) and Hoodwink. From the limited information currently available, it would appear that each of these themes is expanded into a full chapter in the upcoming book: according to th
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Monday Morning's Merriment
When Monday morning's merriments arrive,
I'll know myself intangibly insane--
What Monday morning's ever less contrived
than dinosaur detectives on cocaine?
Perhaps that symbolism's inhumane--
Wait, was that symbolism, imagery,
Or something else? I cannot ascertain
the meaning of these words--a forgery
composed in crooked Cockney cockery;
Again, the scribe conjectures confidence:
she leaves a signature ascribed to me,
like I could ever be its provenance?
But Monday afternoon does coffee bring,
Rejoice! A song to sanity I'll sing!
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Tutorial - Breaking Up
The Teenage Girl's Guide to Breaking Up
Okay, so you're in a relationship that you want to get out of. Maybe they broke your heart, or maybe you just met somebody cooler, but you don't want to be branded a cheater. Maybe the very sight of your current boyfriend fills your immortal soul with a furious, wallowing anguish that can only be relieved by writing sad poetry while listening to the new Alexisonfire CD. Don't worry, it doesn't matter what your reasons are--there are no judgements here. All that matters is that, in a few short and easy steps, you will have the tools you need to finally break it off with that not-so-special someone.
Step One: Find Somebody Else to Blame
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The Guilt List
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I could definitely blame Dr E., who told me to go study Maths when I finished my second tutorial in his class an hour and a half early. That might be passed off as a joke, but his insidious campaign continued long after. There were addictive exercises, funny examples and ridiculously dramatic lectures.
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