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Fictionade #7 – Utopia/Dystopia

We Have No Demands

  By Alex Scholnick |
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“What’s the plan?” I ask Mike after he hands me a Sparklets bottle. “Just relax. Something’ll happen.” he says with a smirk. The lawn in which we are gathered teems with people. Some are sitting in an off tempo drum circle while others are holding up their phone cameras, gathered around a self-appointed spokesman. “Is this the kind of thing I can get arrested for?” “I told you, I can’t say anything.” He smiles like he’s hiding Christmas presents from me. The speaker, who has … There’s More… →

The Dream Diaries of the Subconscious pt 1: A Horror Story

  By Sven Anarki |
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dear diary, i had an awful dream last night. i dreamt i woke up late for work. i ran there and spent ten chaotic hours next to people i hated. i had a few beers and then went home and sat in front of the television until i fell asleep.   Kathy was at the foot of his bed. Her brown eyes went from the lighting of her cigarette slowly up the length of him. She stared at him in that cold familiar way. His … There’s More… →

The Idea

  By Chelsea Sutton |
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the idea

None of it was her idea. But this doctor was her idea. Surely, this was all her. And this is what she thinks as she drives her children out into the California desert, driving north away from their father dozing in a single barrack of the military base in San Diego, driving toward a doctor with his own practice in the middle of a new tract of homes with colored stones as lawns instead of grass. Surely, this was all her. A lump grows in … There’s More… →

Colors

  By Areeba |
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Beautiful Brown Eyes Over Black & White Face

Karrington’s a very clean city.  I can’t ever remember it being littered or cluttered.  I don’t think I really even know what a mess looks like.  We are all taught to be disciplined and orderly as children.  Repetition of hard work at school, in our homes, towards our goals has been ingrained in us until it becomes second nature.  We are competitive, but entirely civil.  It may seem like a laughable or imaginable concept to most people who live outside of here, but to us … There’s More… →

The Tick and the Tocking

  By Chelsea Sutton |
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1. Uncle Poke dies face down in his beef stew. There are eight of us at the dinner table when this happens. Well, seven if you don’t count Uncle Poke, who, by definition, is no longer anywhere in particular. Seven bodies with spoons raised or mouths frozen in mid-chew, and one body slumped over, with bits of beef stew splash back stuck to its bald head. Which is funny. Because Uncle Poke had a full, though thinning, head of hair moments before he died. 2. … There’s More… →

Pershing – Under My Thumb

  By J.D. Mitchell |
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monarch butterfly

The VisionCloud cast a spectral light onto the ancient beach of caves and rocks and pirate coves where English raiders were once dashed apart on a shore broken by the waves from slow moving tectonic forces. Now the broadcast of a million bandwidths upturned the shadows on the beach and showed, once and for all, the last grove on the Pacific coast of endangered Monarch Butterflies. Their dead carcasses and weather-beaten wings covered a trail through a coastal woods that took a traveler down to … There’s More… →

Looking For Relief In All The Wrong Places

  By CW Adrian |
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on the shores of mekong

Like a million years ago or at least hella years ago when I was a kid Mrs. Killian’s husband died from a car accident. Everyone in the neighborhood was really worked up and sad over it. They had been married for only a little while and they were a really nice ass couple. Two years after he died she married again and became Mrs. Killian. When I was a kid I called her Mrs. Bradley then one day I had to start calling her Mrs. … There’s More… →