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JG - Wrong GenreIn hindsight, Douglas probably could have managed perfectly well without Bradburys corpse. But, being a writer, Douglas was prone to trying new thingsbe they merely whimsical or downright wickedif there was the slightest possibility of elevating his prose to the level of the Master Storyteller himself.JG - Wrong Genre
The CyberBids ad said just that: Elevate your prose to the level of the Master Storyteller himself! Ray Bradburys corpse, fresh from the October Country, from the dust returned!
A joke, Douglas thought. A gimmick, a waste of time and moneya necessary distraction, for he was at


JG - The Devil's CupHaving made himself comfortable in the corner window seat of his favorite coffee shop, Donald Roeser was unfolding the business section of the Los Angeles Times when he noticed the devil serving espresso to an elderly woman two tables over. After a moments gawking in disbelief, Donald realized that he wasnt imagining thingsit was Satan, dressed in a vest and apron and serving drinks, of all things! Even more disturbing was the fact that the woman he was servingas well as everyone else in the coffee shopseemed absolutely unaware of the peculiarity of the situation.JG - The Devil's Cup
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AJT - A Pair of WingsTo anyone else, they were simply a pair of wings made from wooden twigs, colorful paper, and feathers from the chicken coop.AJT - A Pair of Wings
To Aiden, the wings were a golden set of keys.
He would roam all over his papas farm in search of the materials he needed to craft his first and most magnificent work of art. Certain vegetables he used to make colors, others he used for their oils that would keep the wood frames of his wings moist and flexible. He would spend hours on end up in the loft of the barn, where he crafted the masterpiece.
When he mixed his special paints, a messy task, he wore only his favorite pai


AJT - Color ConformityDreams are always better than reality, Jonah Moreno thought to himself as he awoke to the typical dull grayness that was his bedroom. With a disappointed moan he slapped the shrill alarm off and rolled onto his back, stretching. His wife Joyce was stirring in bed beside him and yawning prettily as the dull gray sheets slid down her blue torso to reveal her bare breasts and thighs.AJT - Color Conformity
The only bit of loveliness in the entire room, Jonah thought. On an off-day he could have paused to enjoy the sight of her naked body, maybe even enjoy some playful intimacy, but today there was a strict schedule to be maintained and no sooner had he ya
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