He doesn’t remember being born, but became aware of his being when he was first spawned by a Supreme. He was given the task to roam and seek new hosts where he could unleash his own spawns, helping to clear the way for the final invasion. Since life is not just work, but also play, he often enjoys a vacation inside a pet or even an insect. But deep down inside, he hopes for an early retirement on a beach, back on the home planet. His only regret is to have never been given a name.

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Inside You

Originally published in in () Why don’t you just leave me alone? Jake tapped the ice with his foot. Usually he’d hear the lake answer, vibrate back like a violin string, but today the ice was harder than cement. The few inches of snow that landed over night swirled in the wind piling up like

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Ice Fishing

Originally published in in (offline) I was a young lad in the summer of 1961, one of the rainiest summers I can remember. It was so grim, Toby and I often joked about running away from home, finding a nice sunny island somewhere, and living off the land. Not even an island, really. Anywhere but

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The Oath

Originally published in in (offine) Jack returned from the vet around 4pm and his son started crying as soon as he walked in. He expected the reaction, but he underestimated the child’s ability to tuck, roll, and cry at the same time. It was heartbreaking to see Danny miserable like that, but there was nothing

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Pet Repair

Originally published in in () Dear parents and students, This is a note regarding your child’s project for the summer break. This is the fifth project of its kind and because last year’s still didn’t go quite as expected, I felt compelled to write this message to all of you to make sure none of

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7th Grade Project

Medical technology keeps getting smaller and smaller, and smarter than you can imagine. But it’s not infalliable and Iulian Ionescu imagines that world for us in a piece of flash science fiction.

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Bot Malfunction

This is a little piece I wrote after a New York subway ride.

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It’s Too Late For Me