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Fifteen-year-old Josh and his grandmother walked together on the street's wet pavement in the dark of night. They didn't speak in th...

  The wind is coming tonight, the flashwall stated in a flat tone. Ellery assumed even AI was fed up with the same thing day after day....

by Kim Martins  a hot toddy May 8, 1912 There it is a gain. Like a knock on a distant door from an unexpected visitor. It’...

by Kathy Sharp  a hot toddy Septimus Flange was a gentleman with a most singular means of locomotion. He did not so much walk as flow...