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The Library could write itself.  It wanted nothing more than to hum quietly and expand into the world, filling pages.  At first it sought to do nothing else and gradually its shelves were populated, one volume at a time.  

And yet, the books remained untouched by human ...</description>
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The Bradford Street Archeological Society
Minutes for October 4, 2--- meeting
Jenni B-----, acting president, presiding
Minutes taken by Jenni B-----, secretary

Members in attendance: Jenni B------

This may be the last meeting of the Society but someone has to write down what happened to us in case someone later wants to know.  Or ...</description>
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Tag woke to a noise.  Either the platform had moved in the wind or the girl had banged her head against the window again.  The flat grey of the morning was meaningless.  One hand went to his safety harness.  The other went to his gear, stowed ...</description>
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The prisoner sat at the table in The Little Room and couldn't will his hands to stop shaking.

"Look," his advocate had said.  "You're going to die on camera.  It's going to be watched and rewatched a hundred times.  You can't help it now.  You can't avoid ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2008/12/29/68/</link>
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Eva sat on her couch cross-legged and broke the promise she had made to herself not to smirk.  But she couldn’t help herself: the array floating before her looked so utterly ridiculous.  She let one of her legs move so that her foot touched the carpet and drew ...</description>
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Before the world ended, Captain Jason had used his seventy foot schooner to give eco-tours to people visiting the coast.  Everyone on the island knew him, knew his story.  He had finally bought the schooner and the tour company just six weeks before the end.  To celebrate, ...</description>
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The problem with the man, he had decided, was that the man's teeth were far too white.  Whiter than his lab coat.  Not even the white that you would find in a teeth whitening commercial, nor even in a bleach commercial.  No, when the man smiled, his ...</description>
		<link>http://www.onetusk.com/somethingelse/2007/04/03/58/</link>
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I watched them pull the shuttle down.  Despite what anyone else could tell you, and despite how hard we all fought following that, we all knew it was over.  That was the moment in which all was lost. 

No one, not the worst predictor of doom, could have ...</description>
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I was there when the girl and her house fell out of the sky.  The Wicked Witch of the East was crushed instantly.  We all saw it--we all wanted to rejoice, but were afraid.  After all, perhaps this was some trick.  Perhaps this was some new ...</description>
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There was a man sitting in his room the next time Greg woke up.

"Hello," the man said.
	
Greg blinked twice, slowly.  He was not completely himself.  He wouldn't be for some time.  "Hello," he said.  "And who are you supposed to be?"
	
The man wore nothing that might ...</description>
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