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As a GI stationed in Korea, I was unusual in that I had an American girlfriend; I'll call her Dorothy. Being unmarried, we officially had billets on post but lived together in a small apartment in the local ville. Winters in Korea back in the day could be a shock even to seasoned Northerners. There are large flat plains, and at the time there were few trees so nothing would disrupt the cold wind coming down from the mountains in the north. It cut through any amount of winter garb and chilled you to the bone. I was coming home on a Saturday evening after stopping at the barracks to shower and change into civvies, but the cold night and a sixteen-hour shift didn't leav…
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They say the magic won’t work if the skin doesn’t touch. That’s the first rule of the ritual, that the bodies must touch, must press, must merge in motion and breath, or the old powers won’t come. There can be no silk between them, no armor, not even linen. I was told this at thirteen, when they first told me what I was, that I’d been bred for a purpose. I was unlike anyone else. "You are of the Pale Line," they said, tracing the veins at my wrist like they could see the starlight in me. "When the time comes, your body will be called. You will answer. You will not be alone." I didn't think they meant him. He stands at the far end of the sanctum now, ba…
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//Soooo, I meant to submit this for the Fairy Tale Character writing challenge and misread the cut-off time. So too late to submit there, but it's already written so someone may enjoy it anyway. // // TW: Suicidal thoughts// “Narissa? That’s a lovely name. It suits you.” … Her first thoughts were small. In the silent and tenebrous void , the NAIAD hummed tunelessly to herself, testing each note with the childish delight of simply learning some new sound she could make—until the darkness began to answer. A pleasurable sigh rippling through her code as oxygen levels rose. An electric flutter through her being, blooming out from sensor buoys as s…
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Let's go back to Korea and Dorothy. There was a small pillbox-looking thing on the road to the main post, just a square hole dug in the ground covered by a rudimentary roof. I never met anyone who knew when it had been built; it might have dated back to the Japanese occupation of the country. But it was just there, something you noticed the first time you saw it and never paid mind to again. It wasn't even worth going over to look at just for curiosity's sake. It was a summer Sunday in the ROK, and Dorothy and I were walking back to the main post. We were passing that little hole in the ground when the skies opened up. Have you ever been caught in a sudden storm wher…
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When I first slid out of the cloning pod, I was raw, skin new and too smooth, lungs untested, joints trembling with their first movements. The fluid clung to me, viscous and warm, tinged pink by the nutrient gel and old blood that hadn’t been flushed from the system. I landed on cold metal. No one caught me. They watched, wrote notes, ticked boxes. They called me viable. That was the first word ever spoken about me. There were no introductions. No welcome. Just a plug slid into the jack at the base of my skull, a smooth, practiced motion, like plugging in a power cable. They didn’t warn me what was to come. The upload was instantaneous and unbearable. Every lang…
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YIELD a story about a girl letting go and finding herself I. Introduction My freshman year was quiet, just me studying, practicing, and a handful of pretty forgettable boyfriends. I had a party girl roommate, Sharon, and when she was out, I was home studying. I slept when I could, sometimes on a couch down in the lounge when she decided to bring home some random guy to scream out the loudest orgasms in the world with in our tiny room. She was literally my polar opposite. I got along with sober Sharon just fine. She was fun, funny, and loved horror movies. We were close to the same size, and she borrowed my shoes too often for my liking, but she…
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My date had been a disaster, hours getting ready and an Uber from my hotel wasted on another son of one of my mothers' friends. It wasn't that we didn't click. It was more that I despised him within minutes of meeting him, and for someone as accepting as me, it takes a special kind of douchebag to get there that fast. He was an egotistical windbag who talked so much about how fast his car was, how expensive his watch was, how great his job was, that I was positive he was compensating for the smallest penis ever. I knew I'd hear it from my mother, but while he was taking the third phone call on our date from another "bro", I excused myself to the ladies room, arranged an U…
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