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Afsha receives a message that her long-lost mother is dying, and she must cross the Middle Plains to see her before it's too late, but the annual invasion of giants is worse than usual. Image generated with OpenAI Afsha pulls her machete out of the giant's thigh, twirling away to avoid the jet of blood that arcs from the wound. The lumbering beast falls with a wet smack on the crimson-soaked grass of the prairie. The ground shakes as Afsha advances with her squad, finishing off giants lying prone and close to death around her. She had always heard of Crossing the Plains as if it were the final battle before the Day of Judgement. When she grew older, she learned it wasn't a final battle, but one that recurs every year as Winter slowly melts into Spring. But this truly feels like the final battle she had feared as a child. Screams cry out from every direction. Blood squelches under her boots with each step. The smell is unimaginable. "There's too ma...

Bumbling gangsters Norm and Lefty try to dispose of a body in Tampa Bay, but things don't go as planned. Image generated with OpenAI Norm watched the corpse bobbing by the boat in the moonlit bay and remembered an old high school science class, the one where they made an egg float by putting salt in the water. Lefty reached out with the boathook and gave Mantini's body a hard shove. It went under, then returned to the surface like ice cubes in a rum and coke. "Thought you said this was gonna be easy." Norm poked Lefty and flicked his cigarette butt into Tampa Bay. Lefty rubbed his forehead as if it were a magic lamp with all the answers inside. "I dunno. He's supposed to sink. They all do." He stopped rubbing his head. "Every stiff I dumped in the Detroit River sank." He turned and looked up at Norm, his tight, untucked shirt climbing his round belly. Colorful birds and panda bears frolicked across Lefty's gut between the wo...