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Stories that the paper magazines didn’t want

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(((Greg Camp)))
Dec 20, 2020

The cutting of the reed

Susura lifted the hem of her dress above her knees and sank to the ground to study a beetle as it crawled across a…

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(((Greg Camp)))
Nov 26, 2020

The gate at the end of the world

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(((Greg Camp)))
Nov 10, 2020

The spark of contact

John scrolled through pages on his tablet. “It’s just for a couple of weeks, down and back.”

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(((Greg Camp)))
Nov 2, 2020

The lesson

Bob opened his fingers, dropping the receiver onto the hook. He slumped back into his chair, the clock on the wall showing two, and watched…

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(((Greg Camp)))
Oct 25, 2020

How do I teach Joan of Arc?

I got to the classroom at 7:30 — that’s only a few minutes after Oh Dark Thirty — and placed my books on the…

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(((Greg Camp)))
Oct 24, 2020

The dust flies homeward

Dorothy leaned against the giant cottonwood and took a drag from her cigarette through the holder. She’d heard…

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(((Greg Camp)))
Oct 18, 2020

The life so short, the craft so long to learn

The cold night air made Palamon’s eyes water. He glanced up at the sky to get a…

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(((Greg Camp)))
Oct 14, 2020

A sweet dream when

Shaw’s gaze jumped back and forth between the image of the Earth L5 station on the screen and the real thing dimly visible…

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(((Greg Camp)))
Oct 11, 2020

The waters of life recede

Magic can’t do everything. Simon knew this. It was a lesson that every practitioner learned through repeated…

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(((Greg Camp)))
Oct 8, 2020

The island of eyries

Avar stood on the shoreline of Tile, his arms spread wide in the breeze blowing in from the sea, wishing that the flowing…

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