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For the Doctors Who Don’t Know How To Find Your Body From Here By Rob Cook

Each brick of the hospital attacks each brick next to it. The fighting itself casts a shade that lengthens over the parking lot, the...

Putting the Cart Before the Horse

I was a blackbird for Halloween when those shapeshifters came out of the terraforming colony and explained that destiny is only a mile...

The Next Time You’ll Be Told to Take Nothing by Mouth

until doctors determine whether you’ll need more surgery, you’re going to crave big hunks of bread with butter, going to want to rip ...