Ethan always prided himself on his routine, a mix of early morning jogs and a quick breakfast before diving into job applications. It was another mundane Wednesday—or so he thought—as he shuffled into the kitchen, half-asleep, his thoughts clouded by the pressure of finding a job. Emily, his sister, had already left for work, her side of the kitchen counter cluttered with her usual chaos of bags and bottles.

Melissa, Zane and Brittany seemed to all be standing like lemons waiting for their baggage to arrive on the carousel. It seemed likely as they were an early check-in, their bags would be last off the aircraft.

After too many hours of travel, Aspen stood in the gathering gloom at the end of their driveway – and that would never stop being weird – suddenly reluctant to take the last few steps that would make everything real.

A young New Yorker finds himself in over his head after finding a symbiote that changes him in unexpected ways.

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“Come on, up and at ‘em!” Paul yelled as he banged on his son’s door, eliciting a tired groan from the twenty-year-old. “Just ‘cause football’s one step closer ta comin’ home, it doesn’t mean ya can lay around all day!”

“Yes, yes, okay,” the young man grunted through the door as he threw back the covers and sat upright, brushing his messy hair out of his face and shielding his eyes from the bright summer Sun.

“Same goes for you, Luke!” Paul yelled as he banged on his other son’s door.

Eriana struggles with confidence as the Visund leaves Rufen to head for Ferenis. Storms along the way give a heavy hint that the Rains cannot be far behind. Finally reaching Ferenis, an old problem has to be handled carefully.

The Voyage of the Visund

A tale of Anmar by Penny Lane

101 - Storms and a Quandary

The End of the Cold
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

She knew what it was. The drug had that effect. One minute you are walking down the street and the next minute a sharp pain in the neck, you feel woozy, and then blackness. And then the recovery is like this was – just fuzzy images and slight dizziness and then you can focus.

It was the living room of the apartment she had rented right in the middle of the small French town. But she had been brought here – up from the street perhaps.