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Rex

Marvin is out cold after his drink is spiked.

He wakes up to a group of men around him laughing. The men hate shapeshifters. Each of Marvin’s limbs is tied with rope, the ropes attached to bulldozers.

The signal is given and the bulldozers pull away at the same time.

Marvin is stretched to eight meters, then twenty. At forty meters Marvin snaps into pieces and dies.

Clark the shapeshifter gets there too late. Clark transforms into a T. Rex and says, “Hear you’re looking for me.”

Clark will avenge the death of his best friend, Marvin the Elastic Man.

From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall

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On A Rainy Day

Twenty years of door keeping had taught me not to be late to work. I started early on a rainy day. Just round the corner, I saw this puppy wet to the bone. I took him home, dried, fed, cuddled and put him in cozy box. I rushed to my work a good thirty minutes late. The big man called me in, fired me from service. I went back home.

Honest loving pair of eyes greeted me with joy. Twenty minutes care had raked such love in him, I felt, my twenty years of service just went down the drain.

From Guest Contributor Thriveni C. Mysore

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Hannah

I'm in a hurry so this story needs to be fast, because in the twenty-three years I've worked as a city bus driver, I've never been late, not counting of course the day my wife went into labor, but this morning as I was leaving the station a little girl was standing in front of the bus--I figured she was probably ten years old, and that would have been how old...well you can't expect me to talk about that--forcing me to slam on the brakes and I was certain I'd run her over but when I hurried round to the front she was unharmed, though she was crying pretty hard and said that she was lost and needed my help so I followed her across the street to the city park, down a path I can't remember ever having seen before into a place that was dark with ancient trees and cold and I was starting to get worried but she said this was the way home and she couldn't get there by herself, so I took her by the hand and we walked together and even though she said she'd never been here before she was the one leading me through the darkness until we finally came to a warm, bright clearing where she stopped and said goodbye and I didn't want to leave but she said that I had to go back and drive the bus and finally she told me her name was Hannah and that's when I understood and today was the first day I've cried in ten years and now that I think about it I don't really mind if for once I'm late to work.

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