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The Splotch The starfish-shaped splotch looked so small, like a careless spill of oil on frozen pavement. It wasn’t until the helicopters overflew it that we realized the “pavement” was several hundred miles of the North Atlantic, and that the splotch was growing. One tendril consumed St. John’s this morning.

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“We Interrupt the Present…”   “I swear, Doug, this thing tells the future!” J.J. ran his hand over the cracked Bakelite top of the tube radio. Doug scowled. “What? No. There’s no way–.” “Yes! They just said the Chargers beat the Raiders to get to the Super Bowl. The Vegas

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The Expedition   Brighton counted the men assembled outside the teardrop-shaped snow cave then called over his shoulder, “Doctor, we should hurry. You heard the last report.” “I heard”, Arvidsson replied as he zipped up his duffel bag. “The dreams are deeper. The madness more intense. Riots in Paris, London,

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I think it’s better if you had been there to watch it unfold live. My mentions sure lit up nicely at certain points! [View the story “The Go-Away House” on Storify]

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