Scorched Earth (Jaundiced Eyes, Part 3)

“But when you reach the end…?” “It’s like….” “Yes?” “It’s like… sometimes, it’s like there’s a hole in my mind. Like… where memory used to be, just this empty, gnawing… hole. And you mother
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lesserdark (Jaundiced Eyes, Part 2)

By Shane Ivey, (c) 1998 “‘How am I doing,’ he says.” Officer John Vitelle, hefty and dark, chuckled derisively and tossed a newspaper to the floorboards. “What,” said his partner, a thin balding man named Douglas Nee, turning the wheel of their squa
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Blacker than Black (Jaundiced Eyes, Part 1)

By Shane Ivey, (c) 1998 Panama, 1986. A soft wind rustled through jungle leaves. The night was clear but moonless and black with swirling mists, and all the stars were dark past a fog-obscured canopy of trees. The air was close and humid and hot. Unseen bat wings flapped, dry and leat
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The Cost of Knowing

By Jussi Marttila, ©2001. The rain is pouring on the dusty suburban streets of Helsinki. July is as always in Helsinki, alternating with pouring rain and baking sun. The summer night is quieter than usual, all one can hear is the ubiquitious silent roar of traffic from the downtown ar
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Yellow – The Season’s Black

By Konrad Talmont-Kaminsk, ©2001 with thanks to the Melbourne Fashion Festival.   The summer night was hot and humid, the air stifling. Inside the warehouse it was even worse. The throng of people heavy with sweat and musky perfumes, the air trapped within the hot corrugated meta
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All In a Day’s Work

By Jonathan Hsu, ©2001. (Lyrics © 2000 by BT – “Running Down The Way Up”). David Chen never figured out why he joined the police. As a child, there was the joy of watching the uniformed men and women keep the law and order, patrolling the streets and protecting the i
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The Liquid

By Andreas Melhorn, (c) 2000 We know how this story will end. Everybody knows it. Or at least everybody should know. But let’s face it: fact is that people aren’t capable of seeing where their actions will lead to. Although it’s so easy. They create philosophies abou
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Dispelling the Rumors

By Mark McFadden, (c) 2000 In a message dated 4/16/00 1:29:31 PM Pacific Daylight Time, john.thomas.flaybum@britnet.com writes: << Well, research boffins in the UK recently proved that hands-free headsets are actually worse for you. Apparently they treat your whole body to a toa
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Tip of the Day

By Mark McFadden, (c) 2000 In a message dated 3/26/00 1:48:16 PM Eastern Standard Time, stugats666@thenetwork.org writes: << You disrespect my spelling again you mook and I will kill you dead. I will kill your fucking wife your fucking ugly kids your dog your gpldfish. I will ki
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Autumn Wind

By Kenneth Scroggins, (c) 2000 “The Autumn Wind is a Pirate, Blustering in from the sea, With a rollicking song, He sweeps along, Swaggering boisterously. “His face is weather-beaten, He wears a hooded sash, With a silver hat about his head, And a bristling black mustache.
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