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Tag: PSI-3
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Train Games (259|30)
“This is our hideout!” Maggie declared, with her hand on the sliding door. It had a single round window with a blue curtain drawn across it.…
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The Day Clerk’s Tale (255|26)
“And so we see,” Maggie said, demonstrating, “the rabbit goes through the hole and around both trees several times! We are, of course, looking for a…
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Picture Book (252|23)
Hyacinth tapped a brief knock on the connecting door and opened it with a smirk. “The burns are gone, he’s in better physical health than I…
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Black Box (250|21)
They were all outside of the closet. Erik was inside of the closet. And Mordecai had put his fragile body between the rest of them and…
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A Little Loopy (249|20)
The man in a fedora and neon yellow sunglasses scuttled furtively into the lobby, much like the insane woman in the puffy coat, only he wasn’t…
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The Taming of the Twit (248|19)
John hooked into a touristy-looking shop with racks of T-shirts and postcards inside, and a large front window. He didn’t care what it was, he saw…
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Peanut Butter Bubblegum (247|18)
“That was Maggie,” John said. David sighed. He didn’t like to contradict; all of that upsetting massacre business happened over two weeks ago, but it still…
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Coffee, Tea or Vodka? (246|17)
It was faint grey dawn outside the window. Rain was glittering on the foggy glass. The word “can’t” was still faintly legible, backwards, and surmounted by…
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How Did We Get Here? (244|5)
John triggered the umbrella with his thumb and held it over David’s head, as per usual. “No matter what happens, we are not going to maim…
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Alight at the Window (241|12)
Fool, I want to remind you, Maggie wrote, by the dim glow of the desk lamp, all this is happening in ONE DAY. We usually get…
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A Funny Sort of Day (239|10)
Dear Erik, wrote Ann. How are you? We miss you very much, but… She looked up and over her shoulder, wincing. “Maggie, sweetheart, are you sure…
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Les Imbeciles Abroad (236|7)
The insane blonde woman in the puffy red coat scurried into the lobby like a squirrel investigating a bird feeder, sniffing and startling at every step,…
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Meet Billie (233|4)
The phone rang. Well, that was already a problem. Ideally, the phone should not ring. This model seemed extra loud and accusatory, as if there were…
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Life with Erik (231|2)
“Do you want to know how you die?” whispered a childish voice, close in the darkness. He was so tired, this horror-movie situation didn’t even make…
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This Seems Familiar (230|1)
Janka Doubek worked under a bower of toilet water. It was oddly peaceful, most days, provided she didn’t look up and notice the colour — or…
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The 41-Year-Old Sailor (227)
Sanaam walked slowly up the cobbled street. He’d wanted to be home so badly that Bill had stayed up with him the past five nights, watching…
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