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May 30th, 2006

Solar Power

The spacecraft drew closer to the sun as Brazzk toggled the controls. The ship’s panels extended, waiting.
A solar flare erupted from the surface, reaching around and beyond the spaceship. Brazzk screamed from the heat.
The flames withdrew as quickly as they came. Relieved, Brazzk piloted the recharged ship out into the cold dark void.

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May 18th, 2006

Shadow

He paused behind an old circus booth, listening for the sound of running feet. He debated whether to wait for back-up and risk the fugitive’s escape, or pursue the wanted man.
He drew his gun and saw a shadowy figure do the same. He fired in self-preservation.
The trick mirror shattered into a million pieces.

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May 12th, 2006

Who killed Colonel Mustard?

This story has been submitted by Jeffrey Pyne. Here’s a introduction, in his own words
I live in rural West Wales, near the university town of Aberystwyth where I studied for my PhD. Previous work has appeared in various UK or Irish Magazines: Scribble, New Cauldron, Linkway, Delivered (in press) Albedo One (in press), […]

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May 6th, 2006

Wrong Stop

He closed his eyes briefly and the soothing peacefulness of the train’s rhythmic motion relaxed him for the first time in days.
A sudden stop jolted him forward and as he awoke in a momentary daze, he looked out of the window and realised that this wasn’t his stop. It wasn’t even his train.

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May 2nd, 2006

Cut

The sharp blades drew ever closer to her head, the light glinting off the cold metal. In the silence of the room, she continued to sit unmoving. She was engrossed, oblivious to everything around her. A hand reached out to her.
Snip.
She turned a page of Elle as the stylist made her first cut.

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April 21st, 2006

Owl Job

This story has been submitted by Grace. Thanks for the submission Grace
The guard dozes by the front door. Like a ghost he comes in from the back, his tools behind. The dark room is lit only by diamonds everywhere. If he pulls this off quick enough there’s still time to do the bank. He […]

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April 20th, 2006

The Master Spy

He had been the world’s greatest spy. No one knows about it, of course. Everyone had died. His superiors. His enemies. The people who can give him credibility are all dead.
He knows the world’s best-kept secrets. But even if he tells, no one will believe him now, an old man in a rocking chair.

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