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V05: The RecursionThe first play was called The Ad Man. It was about an advertising executive in 1954 Connecticut who discovers that the slogans he writes are actually commands, and when he writes a slogan that people buy, they actually obey the command embedded in the slogan. The play was written by a man named Robert who worked in advertising and who had noticed, over the course of fifteen years, that slogans...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 0 Views 0 voorbeeldPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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The Last Bride at MidnightThe rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. Jack Murdoch sat in his office on West Fifth Street and watched the neon sign from the hardware store across the street flicker through his window. Open. Closed. Open. Closed. Like a heartbeat. Like something trying to tell him something and failing. The man in the expensive suit had come at seven. Seven o'clock...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 0 Views 0 voorbeeld
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(Act I: The Outset - 20%)I have served the Master for thirty years. I know the exact way he likes his tea, the precise depth of his sighs, and the hidden locations of every skeleton in his closet. When the Master lost his first son, I was the one who held the basin while he wept. When he married the young bride and produced Julian, I was the one who rocked the cradle. To the world, I am the invisible man in the black...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Iron ChateauI. The tomb smelled of wet stone and old blood. Alistair Blackwood woke to the sound of dripping water and the distant, muffled thunder of artillery. He lay on a stone slab, wrapped in rotting linen that might have been a shroud. Around him, in niches carved into the black walls, lay the remains of others. Many. Dozens. Centuries of dead men stacked like firewood. He tried to sit up and found...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Great Filter GalaIn the shimmering heart of New York City, the "End-Times Gala" was the social event of the century. The ballroom of the Plaza Hotel was a sea of sequins, diamonds, and a desperate, manic energy. The world knew that the "Void-Signal" had been received—a mathematical proof that the universe was collapsing and that Earth would be erased in exactly forty-eight hours. But in Manhattan, the end of...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 2 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Auditor's DilemmaACT I David Chen sat at his desk in the Department of Finance and stared at the warehouse report until the numbers stopped looking like numbers and started looking like something else—something that might have been a face if you squinted hard enough and wanted to see one badly enough. The report was from Warehouse Seven, one of twelve city-owned storage facilities scattered across the five...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Faceless AlchemistACT I The darkness was not merely absence of light. It was a presence, thick and hot and alive. Edgar Moreau pressed his palms against walls that pulsed with a rhythm that was not his own, and understood with a clarity that transcended fear: he was inside something that had swallowed him whole. The serpent had been waiting. He had seen it only in fragments before the storm — a shimmer of...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeld
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THE LAST CALLI. Rain in Seattle doesn't fall. It conspires. It hangs in the air like a secret that nobody wants to tell you, dripping from grey skies onto grey streets, onto grey raincoats worn by grey people who are all just trying to get to work without getting wet. Ray Kovach knew this. He'd been driving a taxi in Seattle for eleven years, and eleven years of Seattle rain had taught him everything he...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Mountain Between UsThe trailer was behind a gas station off Route 119, three miles from the nearest neighbor and five from the nearest paved road that wasn't made of gravel. It had two rooms, a metal roof that leaked when it rained hard, and a wood stove that worked if you had enough firewood and patience. Seth Miller moved in on a Tuesday in October. He had one suitcase, a blanket from his mother, and...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 5 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Mirror-World of LakeviewTom Harper arrived at Lakeview Apartments on a Monday, carrying the remnants of a life that had become a series of repetitive, muted echoes. At sixty-seven, he was a man of profound, practiced invisibility, a trait honed over forty years of flipping burgers and taking orders in a fast-food kitchen. He moved into a small unit with a kitchen that smelled of industrial citrus and a window that...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 2 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Unseen Guardian - Variant 10: The Transparent SoulThe first time Cornelius Hayes stepped out of the visible world, he felt a strange, humming silence settle over his senses. He stood in the center of 125th Street in 1924 Harlem, wearing a sharp suit and a crisp hat, watching as the city flowed around him like a river around a stone. Three women, their arms laden with shopping bags, stepped past him without a glance. A man pumping gasoline into...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 6 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Shadow AuditorThe air in the 60th-floor boardroom of Sterling Global was filtered to a clinical perfection, devoid of any scent other than the metallic tang of ozone and expensive cologne. Sloane sat at the far end of the obsidian table, her expression as inscrutable as the data streams flickering on the wall-sized monitors. Seven years ago, she had been the "assistant"—the brilliant, invisible girl who did...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 7 Views 0 voorbeeld
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