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End with this sentence: “Failure had become the only way he knew he had actually tried.”

Rael could not believe in his makers. He had, after all, witnessed them sleeping in the labs, relieving themselves, and skimming the news over morning stimulants and breakfast.

It was hard to worship anything when you’d seen them with food dribbling down their chin.

It was even harder to believe in anything when they were testing and training you at the same time.

Rael hated the tests. So did his older siblings, Ayg and Kint. And they couldn’t even hate them together, because they were each tested alone. The only time they even had to attempt to communicate was meal times and even then, they were monitored.

The makers were everywhere.

A klaxon blatted a rude noise and the red light lit the area with its ruddy glow.

Another failure.

What did they want from him? Why did they do these things? How could he possibly understand when they never explained?

Failure had become the only way he knew he had actually tried.

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Time currency and exchange rate issues.

The clerk looked up from the pile of gold coins. “What are these?”

“Quatloos,” said Emris. “My savings. For this holiday.”

“Ah.” The clerk began typing. He was rather handsome for a lizard. With an impressive crest jammed under his ridiculous hat. “I have fifteen planet systems with variations on the Quatloo… Where are you from?”

“Greater Deregulation.”

“Ah.” This time,

Anywhere in the story: “It never ceased to amaze him how little the world seemed to care about those it had little use for.” Also include a banana.

London was overgrown. Those bits that were left were barely holding together. And still, someone took the time to write on walls.

It was a warning. Red was a difficult colour for paint in this kind of arena, but someone had still taken the time to make a bright red paint. And

Before Josie’s mom goes to Kraplaquistan, recount the last conversation she had with Jason and how little she really knows how awful he is, even as it reeks and ferments before her very eyes due to her obsession to bring Josie back to her point of view.

Porche  greeted Jason with a warm hug and a kiss on each cheek. “Daar-ling! How have you been? I’ve been dying to see you since Tullagawupwup…”

Jason smiled

Jean discovers a reason why Duncan should be dumped and Todd shows her why Scott might be a better choice, all while they hang upside down from a tree. By accident.

“It'snotmyfault, IsweartoGod, pleasedon'tkillme!”

Jean was still getting her bearings. A tough thing to do when gravity wanted all her blood to settle into her head because the ground was directly above it.

She let open her ‘walls’ a crack to scan for any other intelligent life besides&

End a story with this line: “She only knew it was going to be messy, however it ended.”

Karin had a problem with clean. Firstly, it never made sense; because the first thing that happened to clean was that someone pretty much instantly made it ‘un’ in short order. Secondly, she could never really do it. Her attempts at clean always ended badly.

And Mom loved clean. Loved it beyond all reason.

And today was Mother’s

Graydon Creed and Mr. Kian get into an argument about mutants in school, power, decency and misogyny, which also demonstrates to Kian how much of a terror Graydon could be when he’s older.

“Now, I understand you used a slur in a public arena, mmkay?”

“Mutie is not a slur. It’s what they are.”

“Mmkay. That word you just used, the new M word? Mmkay, that’s a slur, mmkay… It&