You think I want to be here?
Listen, I was young like you once, too.
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A Kafkaesque battle with bedbugs in today’s online exclusive from Korea…
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Is history destiny that a fortune-teller can predict, or is it the spin of a gameshow’s wheel?
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Ayanna opens her eyes and takes her hand away from the cold surface of the mirror. She stares in awe at her reflection and turns to walk away.
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There are palm trees in Israel. And Roman mosaics in the airport. Big open spaces. And soldiers walking around in sand coloured uniforms. One talked to me in Hebrew and ...
Woman runs. She is not an experienced runner. Her gait is an adult version of skipping.
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They are tourists. Of a kind with money. How do I know? Wait…
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The wooden handle, curved like a fish hook, is burnished with the nervous sweat of many girls. It is the last thing I will touch as a child.
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I can take the bug bites, I can take anything but the return of the dog that ran away.
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Wait for dark to fall. Sneak out of the camp and find our way to shore.
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Shaw glanced over. There was nothing dead-looking about him; he was opaque, with no unearthly glow or pallor, and there was a blemish forming at his temple.
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“Follow me,” I said. “I know a good spot.” I knew as I was saying the words that I shouldn’t be saying them. With its heavy thumps my heart tried ...
My impulse is to yell; to run down the beach towards them in a war-like charge with my fists clenched above my head. Instead, I stroll down the slopey sand, ...
My left eye was sliding down the side of my face, drooping like an almond in a half-melted candy bar.
First, I reminded myself not to scream.
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Barnabas is, of course, many things: hardworking, proactive, physically immortal, a team player. But he isn’t lucky. He wouldn’t get away with putting that on his CV.
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When my father died his coffin was surrounded with daisies. I bent down to kiss him on the cheek and a bee stung my nose.” I remembered the infinity ...