• Posts Tagged ‘Errow Collins’

    Ephemerene

    by  • July 16, 2018 • Fiction • 0 Comments

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    An essay by Roberta, as provided by Chris Walker Art by Errow Collins 1. I am holding her close, whispering, when she disappears. The warm pressure of her embrace is gone, and my arms squeeze inward on the sudden emptiness. My words trail away into silence. The faint, familiar scent of her is already...

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    A Question of Somatics

    by  • February 5, 2018 • Fiction • 0 Comments

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    An essay by Professor Matthew Bibby, as provided by Maureen Bowden Art  by Errow Collins Wavertree Parke was a perfect woman, and I intended to clone her. My position as head of the Biology faculty at Riverside University enabled me to hone my technique to a standard far above that of my rivals in...

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    Killing Stone

    by  • December 11, 2017 • Fiction • 0 Comments

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    An essay by Upton Stone, as provided by John A. McColley Art by Errow Collins Dr. Elias Stone was a brilliant man, no one will argue. He gave us gene therapy cures for Meiriss Syndrome, Ecks-Nuab Disorder, and Klecks. He perfected the external womb and a dozen patented processes for DNA manipulation. All of these, in...

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    Failure to Comply

    by  • October 2, 2017 • Fiction • 0 Comments

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    Diary by Raya Fallere and reports by L. D. Summus, as provided by Sarah Cavar Art by Errow Collins Purity Commission for the Maintenance of Our Perfect Order Reports on The Recent Escape of Self-Hacking Defective As transcribed by L. D. Summus The following file has been collected from the personal belongings of Defective...

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    The Window Cleaner

    by  • August 14, 2017 • Fiction • 0 Comments

    Art for "The Window Cleaner"

    An essay by Venijamin Trayan, as provided by Kaitlin Moore Art by Errow Collins When one wasn’t looking directly at it, the Window was completely invisible. The fine seam between worlds vanished to an edge sharp enough to draw blood. Tomas the Watchmaker had been tinkering in his workshop when he brushed his hand...

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