Dream Job? by John Gilbert Newly illustrated by Kevin James Hurtack

I always dreamed of being a science fiction writer.

Cherry Stones by Sarah Hilary

The crack in Missy's teeth started small. Gramma declared it a whole bunch o' fuss over nothing. But Missy'd seen the eggs lain by Ezekiel; cracks kept growing, got big right before hatching happened. Some chicks lived, some died. Gramma said, ‘That's life' even when it wasn't. Missy squatted on her heels, watching Ezekiel. The old hen bothered at the sand, leaving lines like the one in Missy's tooth.

Unless I Wake by Bill West

Edmund Jericho had already retired to his canopied bed when he remembered. He straightened his nightcap, re-lit the candle with a spill from the fireplace, and made his way back downstairs. It was a task he undertook each evening before retiring--the source of his considerable wealth, but the cause of perpetual resentment.

Wicked Little Thing by Nora Weston

“What comes around goes around. Everyone gets what is coming to them; yeah, right,” mumbled Ashley scurrying toward the restroom while trying to yank a huge wad of pink bubblegum from her long, dark locks.

 

Barriers by Brandon Berntson

This can't be right, Carrie Weis thought. This is some kind of joke? The rest of my life is not going to be this way.

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