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4K Adventure, by John Metcalf
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| 9:05, by Adam Cadre PDearmore's rating: Average member rating: The phone rings. Oh, no — how long have you been asleep? Sure, it was a tough night, but... This is bad. This is very bad. The phone rings. |
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| All Roads, by Jon Ingold PDearmore's rating: Average member rating: "Wave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed And drunk the milk of paradise." [--blurb from Competition Aught-One] |
| And the Waves Choke the Wind, by Gunther Schmidl PDearmore's rating: Average member rating: "some thing inside of me has opened up its eyes why did you put it there? did you not realize?" [--blurb from Competition Aught-Zero] |
| At Wit's End, by Mike Sousa PDearmore's rating: Average member rating: "A case study of Murphy's Law in action. In-game hints available." [--blurb from Competition Aught-Zero] |
| A Fine Day for Reaping, by James Webb (aka revgiblet) PDearmore's rating: Average member rating: Step into the bare feet of the Grim Reaper for a day and make sure that five pesky souls keep their appointment with the afterlife. |
| Hoist Sail for the Heliopause and Home, by Andrew Plotkin PDearmore's rating: Average member rating: A far-future story of discovery. |
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| A Mind Forever Voyaging, by Steve Meretzky PDearmore's rating: Average member rating: "If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not..." --Shakespeare It's 2031. The world is on the brink of chaos. In the United States of North America, spiraling... |
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| Nord and Bert Couldn't Make Head or Tail of It, by Jeff O'Neill PDearmore's rating: Average member rating: You are standing at the edge of a barren field. A steady wind, having secreted away the topsoil, is now drifting sandy dirt across the plain. A scant sign of life here is a freshly-burrowed molehill on the... |
| Savoir-Faire, by Emily Short PDearmore's rating: Average member rating: The beautiful life is always damned, they say. As for you, you've overexpended yourself: fifteen years of prominence, champagne, carriage rides in the Tuileries, having your name whispered behind... |
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