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The Spider by Rick McQuiston -The spider was perfectly motionless. During its short life it had managed toperfect the art of concealment and camouflage, they were necessary attributes forits survival. Its prey was intelligent and usually quite adept at eluding the spider's grasp, and it knew this all too well. Many times it had lost a potential meal, too many for its liking.

At the back of the Garages by Ken Head -The sight of a nearly new Toyota and a smart little Honda Jazz parked side by side on the bit of rough ground behind the empty garages was just too good to be true.

Fly this Mausoleum by Bill West - A breeze sneaked in at the window. Heavy drapes billowed like funeral barge sails. Were those figures in the shadows?

Confession II - by J Michael Wahlgren

At the Submarine Races - by Keith P. Graham - "Are you going to the submarine races after the prom?" Mercedes asked with a kittenish smile on her face. Mercedes thought that Lainey did not have a date to the Junior Prom, but Lainey, succumbing to the whole teenage angst thing, had to answer Mercedes with an equally kittenish expression on her face.

dolphins and regret by David McLean

Storming the Castle by Sarah Hilary - Martin from PR was a maniac in a hockey-mask, while Sally from the library made an unlikely vamp. Part-time Bob was sheepish in a sheet. ‘You look like a very friendly ghost,' Julie told him. ‘I'm a ghoul,' he corrected with a pained expression. ‘I thought with it being Hallowe'en…'

The Dragon and the Crab by Sarah Hilary - The old woodshed stood outside the back door of the newspaper's offices, in a converted townhouse in Marylebone. Health and Safety had said to knock the woodshed down, but Mr Gatiss kept putting it off. It was the only indoor plot where Pip was allowed to chain-smoke without setting off alarms.

trestling by Karl Koweski

Weird Norbie by John Klawitter - Some monster blew away his whole family the other day, just before Christmas, if you can believe that. I saw it a few times on the evening news, the newscaster looking serious as he talked about how there was blood smeared over a lot of unopened presents, so I guess it must be true.

Real by Ken Head

On Angel's Wings by Oonah V Joslin - Gabriel floated on a favourite cloud knitting with silver needles. He found it quite therapeutic, though it was also part of the job. When he’d finished knitting his wings, it would be time to call time.

The Imperfect Clone by Fariel Shafee - Robert came out of the dome to gaze at the scattered stars in the magnificent reddish sky that spread to infinity. A dusty breeze blew as he walked across the yard. In front of him lay rubbles and broken machines that sullenly spoke of a doomed day. He could hear Dan learning a new algorithm inside the small dome. Dan was his own creation. He was also his only hope.

A Trip to Grandma's House by Rick McQuiston - “I dare ya. I double dare ya. What's the matter Spencer, chicken? Bobby Spencer is a chicken!”