“Lice, lice…you have lice!” KayLynn, the most important girl in 5th grade, was pointing toward the back of the classroom. “Eeewww!” Shannon Dowdy shouted next to her. Everyone in fifth grade knew that Tanya never, or hardly ever, washed her hair. It was a cruel joke, mostly. Bottles of shampoo and conditioner had been sent …

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Blondhilda jumped from the pages of the graphic novel storyboard. Literally. Stanley Chester Brown, author and illustrator of the fantastically successful Blondhilda series, scooted back in his Aeron drawing chair until he bumped his head against his wall of vintage Star Wars posters. He looked up at Blondhilda through heavy glasses that now hung from …

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The old narrow wooden bridge hovered 10 miles above the shallow rocky stream between the gray and red mountain cliffs. Esther placed one tentative foot, toes exposed in flesh form, on its splintery edge. The splinters barely tickled her exposed calloused flesh, yet she immediately transformed her flesh to wood, blending in with the slats …

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The first time I saw her was memorable to say the least. She hurried across the piazza with her head in her handbag. A bum leaning on the fountain stuck his foot out, adjusting himself for an afternoon nap. She tripped, sending the contents of her bag and her coffee into the air. The coffee …

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The day dawned bright and clear, unusual for a Revelation Morning. Instead of the cold fog she had been expecting, Adraka awakened to the light of both suns streaming in her window. She decided to take it as a good omen and burst out of bed, ready to face her life. For truly, that was …

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The enemy sub was in the sight. For a moment, Elysiane hesitated, thumb poised above her weapon’s trigger. She flicked her brown gaze to the picture adhered to her sub’s control panel: a little girl, dressed in gingham, a man in the dark, blue coat of a sailor. They didn’t count for a third, even, …

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My sister still likes to tell the story. Skinny jeans had been the thing then for nearly a decade, they just wouldn’t go away, and she’d walk through the mall staring in the windows thinking, “It’s all very well being able to buy them, but you can’t buy the legs the mannequins have that make …

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Kyla zipped past the bundle of fibres that connected Chris’ cerebral cortex to his brain stem. She tramped through the squishy pink environment and wondered what was on his mind. During their last “meeting” she’d felt something was wrong. She’d arrived early to find out what it was. She also had something important to tell …

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She was a pale slip of a girl, a ragged strip of white against a black drop of sky, shining almost fluorescently in the night. The moon reflected nubilely off her figure and tore at her thin clothes, leaving her exposed in the still air. She stood alone, frightened yet unmoving, a crinkle setting itself …

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