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ARLENE ANG & MEG POKRASS

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JUST LIKE MAGIC One One a.m. was “Out of the Grave”—Lloyd’s standard. He turned plastic cans into a pile of chirping, miniature zombies. He ...

HARDY JONES

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BATTLE ROYAL – NOVEL EXCERPT Rubin Lopez was the first playmate I had over since two months ago when James and Roger Thompson pinned me on t...

HEATHER FOWLER

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SID, ME, AND THE SEA Sid was an odd man I once thought I loved with smooth black hair and tan skin; on his belly was a panel of ocean. He ha...

ALAN STEWART CARL

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INCUBUS I stand eight miles outside of Carlsbad, my arms outstretched in a scarecrow’s stance. Or, perhaps, the crucified man’s. Over on the...

THOMAS MUNDT

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THIRTEEN DUDES NAMED ORLANDO Thirteen dudes named Orlando are skinning fresh halibut right now, each representing his own pushpin on a map o...
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