15Immortality » The Girl awakes in a strange hospital room with no memory at all. She knows that she has a purpose, and she knows that the means to revealing it may be both bloody and dangerous. But she has to survive. She has to survive to discover what that purpose is.

1Yearning Without Focus The short story, "The Last Rites of Adrianna Rose," is the first section of this attempted composite novel about unrequited love, grief, narcolepsy, general otherness, and non-specific discontent with life. Please let me know if I should write more.

2 Sometimes Sometimes, when parking at a clean local / conglomerate, the two-foot evergreens / sparse and square, I hope the caffeine of a / spilled latte will stream across the concrete / and seep around their roots,"

1 Self Technology in its earliest stages is now being developed to record the entire consciousness of a human being onto a hard drive, theoretically creating immortality. This remnant would be intelligent, able and willing to learn, but would it BE the person?

54 Mortality » Cleo's novel seems to chart the course of Joe's life. It promises true love, violence and terrible loss. Can Joe curb the path of these predictions, or will he be forced to sit back and watch as The Prophecy is slowly but surely revealed?

4The Librarian An elderly, unpublished writer realizes that life has passed her by.

3It Thins the Blood Tom has an old injury which pains him constantly. It gets to the point where he's taking a seemingly unhealthy amount of aspirin just to get through the day. But it's good for him, he reasons, it thins the blood. This is a story about irony, about how eve

4Land of the Greedy, Home of the Vain A cynical little piece about life in my country. "Where the poor can be fat and the rich must be thin. / Where pallor is 'ugly' and sunburn is 'in.' / Where losers can live and winners don't always win. / Where obesity's spreading and starvation is fin...

2He Was Gone Before I Met Him "He was broken long before I found him. / ... / But those eyes so coy, so cold, so dark… / Have deceived many. / Not myself—I had my time with him / Of my own accord / Despite his lies." Free-form; from a character, to a character. Please review.

3How? This is so far from my usual dark genres that I'm almost ashamed to post it. Just a little ryming poem to the first and only person I have ever truly loved, about how much he's changed my life. As far love poems go, I think it turned out pretty good. R&R