100 stories in 100 days
Thursday, April 10, 2014
DAY 100: We Leave with the Tide
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Tommy had been rubbing his arm for the entire ride home. "Will you leave it alone? You're making it hurt," his mother said, ...
DAY 99: Cerberus and Sticks
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It was a shanty on McMansion avenue, a reminder of the neighborhood's previous incarnation. Gentrification had revitalized the neighbor...
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
DAY 98: The Family Tree
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Grandma got everybody together for blondies and lemonade, the better to ask us to get grandpa's skull. He had died on the operating tab...
DAY 97: In the Blood
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At a cellular level, he was a violent man. He was a tyro before his teeth finished coming in. By the time his whiskers started, his aggres...
DAY 96: A Meeting with Mark Zuckerberg
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Tonio and Shan took turns stealth-punching each other in the shoulder. They found themselves in a Palo Alto suburb, ready for their 11 o...
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
DAY 95: The Sniper Sniper
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Nicolau took a swig of his drink, and studied his improvised coaster. "These are - or were - snipers. I tracked two of them down mysel...
Monday, April 7, 2014
DAY 94: An Awkward Itching Problem
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Dr Maloney picked up the folder for room 413. As she began to peruse through the file of Ms Melanie Rufrode, nurse Cyrus took the folder ou...
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