The Body Electric

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The Body Electric

The Body Electric

“There are many locked doors in this house,” Tesla told me skipping down the corridor, in her ruffled dress, giggling delighted. Her sounds should have been those of a playful child, but coming from her mouth, in that house, they seemed more like the distant laments of a ghost. Her face was covered by a veil, but it could not hide the red pallor of her lips or the way they curled in mischievous satisfaction whenever she troubled those around her. She was “the body electric”, sacrosanct mater familias, a child of barely nine. After dinner on my first evening

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Mr Tanaka Says Goodbye

Mr Tanaka Says Goodbye

The day Mr Tanaka decided to say goodbye to the world it was a crisp spring morning and the cherry trees lining the Kamo River had yet to bloom. The buds, still wary of the last chilly breaths of winter, lay huddled on the barren branches, waiting. Mr Tanaka was sitting on a bench watching the still-dozing nature and it occurred to him he did not wish to see the cherry blossoms that year. He, who was considered an avid lover of passing beauty. He, who had just the previous fall bought a special lens advertised as ideal for photographing

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Sacrifice Everything Performed by Namrata Bindra

Sacrifice Everything Performed by Namrata Bindra

Do you have a dream, my friend? You there with the million books unread. You, the model inside that plump shell. You, billionaire extraordinaire hiding in your parents’ attic. You, beautiful maiden with a cock. You, with the Nobel Prize on your cubicle desk. Do you have a dream? I am here to strike a deal, will you not listen to my whispers? Will you not greet my friendly shade when it stains your walls with darkness? Will you not listen for my steps in the night, oh weary travellers of a world so gloom? I am a friend. I

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Wanderers Performed by Candice Moore

Wanderers Performed by Candice Moore

In the beginning, there were two. She, wandering barefooted in the snow, clutching the torn and bloody dress to her chest and he, a bulky old warrior, covered in wolf skin, sword by his side. They noticed each other in the distance, mirroring shadows in flight. Their trajectories seemed to glide together naturally against their better judgement and desires. The first real glimpse they caught of one another equally frightened them. She thought him a monstrous wolf of legend. He saw a spectre, draped in white, with a fiery halo wiping up around her face. But the storm receded and

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An Alien in Japan

An Alien in Japan

My name is Akihito Fukuda and I am 8 years old. I live in a small village in the northern part of Japan. I like baseball and eating watermelon in summer. Lately, I have realized, there is an alien living in our village. It all started early in summer, about the end of the rainy reason. I was practicing my pitch on the field near the bus stop when I saw it. It got off the bus from Aomori and fell flat on its face with two suitcases and a backpack. It looked like a snail carrying a colourful house

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A Question of Freedom

A Question of Freedom

Maast blinked when the watch – the third stand on the right, above the bloody kitchen knife, beneath the bundle of wires he kept promising himself to sort out tomorrow, never today – started beeping uncontrollably as if possessed by real life and a rather choleric personality. 00:00 it boasted far too proudly. Too bad it was broken and it only occasionally recalled that hour much to Maast’s dismay. He blinked again. The screen in front of him was blank – now he noticed. The cigarette hanging loosely from the left corner of his mouth had long burnt out. He

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