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Stories abound.  They are everywhere.  Some stories are massive and glorious like a monument, a structure of marble and stained glass.  Some are humble and simple like a puff of cloud or a puddle of water.  And some stories–most perhaps–are somewhere in between, small, but complex, more than first meets the eye…like a feather.

Everyone has stories.  Here, I will tell you some of mine.

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A Most Discourteous Interview

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I was nervous.  Okay…yes, obviously.  Obviously I was nervous.  This one, I really, really wanted.  Based on the description.  Field investigation and research.  Constant travel, mostly domestic, but some international travel might be required.  Opportunities to advance, to earn further education, to earn money.  But best of all, I would not be able to talk about the details of my work—with rare exception—with anyone outside of the organization.  No details meant no criticism from my…beloved family.  But you can’t always be sure from just a description.  I tried not to get too excited. Continue reading

The Nanocosmetologist

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“Yes, I can answer that,” Kaira said.

She felt a thin layer of sweat forming along her temples.  She took a breath and forced herself to pause long enough to send a mental command through the processing patch just below her throat.  The four investors sitting before her probably thought she was composing her thoughts.  But she was actually commanding the nanoparticles on her face to shimmer and give her that classic “dewy glow” while other particles swept any excess sweat back through her hairline. 

Or so she hoped.  She was still in the process of calibrating and training the mental commands program. Continue reading

Magenta Banana

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“What if we do it on snow?”

“Snow?”

“Mitts, tell us everything you know about snow.”

I glanced over at Mitts, who raised her head and widened her eyes at the same time.  She looked between K.D. and me.    

“I don’t know much.  It didn’t really snow where we were.”

Mitts and her family had moved almost a year ago and ended up in our classes and our neighborhood—lucky for us.  The three of us were gathered around my kitchen table, tossing around ideas for our big final group project in Ms. Wallenwein’s life sciences class. Continue reading

Panofus

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Panofus spoke the last words of the spell and flicked his raised fingers in the proper precise configurations.  As he did, another sudden quake struck the tower.  And the room filled with gasps and cries of fear.

One of the children in the group of unpracticed mages standing before Panofus pulled away from the old woman who was holding him.

“What about you?” the child asked just as he began to fade from view. Continue reading

The Thorn Clock

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When her auntie died, far sooner than she should have, Subira inherited three things from her.  One was a blessing.  One was a curse.  The third was a quest.  The curse is what killed her aunt.  And the curse would kill Subira too unless she completed the quest before the number on the clock that her aunt gave her reached one thousand and six. Continue reading