Novel & Cerita Speculative Short Fiction Deserves Love

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The cold of the floor has seeped into my bones, but the heat Diane sparked in my core is a raging wildfire. I lie there for a moment, my chest heaving, watching the way the fluorescent lights overhead hum with a low buzz. I feel like a dissected specimen, laid open for her inspection. My ambition, once a clean and professional thing, has mutated into something dark and heavy. I don't just want her recommendation anymore. I want her to keep looking at me with that terrifying, total focus.

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As the nurse wheeled him out, he overheard two other nurses gossiping nearby. “Did you hear? That livestreamer, Sean, is hospitalized here.” “I did! His wife treats him so well. She booked an entire floor for him.” “Wow… she’s the daughter of an affluent family and is still so attentive. I’m so jealous.” “Although I heard his wife had a lot of scandals before…” “So what? Can’t someone become loyal again for the person they love?” ‘Become loyal again for the person they love...’ James lowered his gaze and gave a bitter smile.

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Why would he suddenly ask me that? I’d love to read one of your stories sometime," he murmured, his voice dropping into that dark, suggestive tone from my fantasies. He began to step back toward his apartment door. "Don't forget what I said. If you need anything at all, just come over. See you later, love.” He headed back to his apartment and I stood there like a statue, watching the way his gray sweatpants sat perfectly on his hips until his door finally clicked shut. ★★★★★ By Saturday night I had half a chapter and a problem.

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

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I stopped to rest, I propped my elbow on the table, placing my cheeks on my hand. What will be of our love story? If we have a genre, it will be an out-of-this-world fantasy and I don't want it to end tragically, like how it always has been for the past millennia. I'm kind of glad I am not able to feel the way of how I died before. "Ms. Eva." Natalie entered the office, disturbing me from my genre choosing of my own love story. "I heard from Mr. Adam! He said that—"

My consciousness was woven into the endless act of creation, my love for Lina the loom on which a new, more compassionate thread was spun into reality. I felt the birth of a love story on a world of crystalline spires, and I imbued it with the stubborn, enduring quality of what I’d had with Jeff. I felt the first stirrings of a rebellion on a desert planet, and I gave its heroes a touch of my own defiance. My finished story was not a dead thing; it was a template, a reservoir of lived truth that Lina and I could now draw from to enrich the narratives of others. It was peaceful, in its own overwhelming way. It was purpose.