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Levi Fleming
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Levi Fleming has never told a lie. He is definitely an adult person and not two children in a trench coat. He sets his own bed time and no one tells him no when he wants to eat birthday cake for breakfast and he can buy all the toys he wants, mom.

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Down on the street the éboueurs in dayglo green busied themselves driving broom carts, sweeping up the remnant detritus of the previous night’s festivities. Glitter and confetti. What had been last night symbols of celebration were now just trash, pushed along and disposed of along with the garbage and vomit it had fallen among. Nobody watched them work, except Le Chevre. All were still sleeping. Even the vagrants and lost revelers sleeping on whatever flat surfaces they could find did not watch the work being done. They didn’t want to witness the world returning to itself. It was only for those few workmen to see the transition. Appointed by the hiring bureaucracy, like executioners for the colony’s joy.
November 13, 2025 at 1:08 AM
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I have a story in here and if you read it, the neighbor's noisy dog will stop barking.

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Allegory | Volume 48/75
Biannual Online Magazine of SF, Fantasy & Horror
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November 3, 2025 at 1:05 AM
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It was old, but the car’s interior was immaculate. Clean and unblemished, seat covers and consoles smooth and perfect, dashboard instrument panel glass unscratched and unfogged. It was as though just off the lot, unmarked by the few test drivers who’d chanced it. It was hands of care, not benign neglect that had held it these decades, gently scouring all dust from corners and bevels, treating and repairing any crack in the upholstery. Anywhere entropy intruded, the caretaker was there to beat it back. He kept a notebook marking the date of each maintenance task and any particulars about it and logged each mile driven, satisfied that the number was never very high, while his children walked or biked until they were old enough to beg rides from their friends.
November 9, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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It was old, but the car’s interior was immaculate. Clean and unblemished, seat covers and consoles smooth and perfect, dashboard instrument panel glass unscratched and unfogged. It was as though just off the lot, unmarked by the few test drivers who’d chanced it. It was hands of care, not benign neglect that had held it these decades, gently scouring all dust from corners and bevels, treating and repairing any crack in the upholstery. Anywhere entropy intruded, the caretaker was there to beat it back. He kept a notebook marking the date of each maintenance task and any particulars about it and logged each mile driven, satisfied that the number was never very high, while his children walked or biked until they were old enough to beg rides from their friends.
November 9, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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Project Ranwin 54

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Project Ranwin 54 by Levi Fleming-Huck on Apple Music
Playlist · 22 Songs
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November 1, 2025 at 7:49 AM
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Spindly legs topped with knobby knees found company with the fishing pole, rising above his slouching head while he dozed under his hat and reclining in the arms of the buoy's pylon, rocking silently many years since the bell’s hinge rusted and it made its escape into the waters below. Only the canoe’s hollow body could have made a sound, but he’d diligently moored it tightly to the pylon so they moved as one body. Exerting himself expertly so that he could enjoy the combination of work and rest until some fish chanced the bait on his hook.
November 1, 2025 at 12:12 AM
leadpipe.bsky.social
I have a story in here and if you read it, the neighbor's noisy dog will stop barking.

www.allegoryezine.com
Allegory | Volume 48/75
Biannual Online Magazine of SF, Fantasy & Horror
www.allegoryezine.com
November 3, 2025 at 1:05 AM
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Project Ranwin 54

music.apple.com/us/playlist/...
Project Ranwin 54 by Levi Fleming-Huck on Apple Music
Playlist · 22 Songs
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November 1, 2025 at 7:49 AM
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Spindly legs topped with knobby knees found company with the fishing pole, rising above his slouching head while he dozed under his hat and reclining in the arms of the buoy's pylon, rocking silently many years since the bell’s hinge rusted and it made its escape into the waters below. Only the canoe’s hollow body could have made a sound, but he’d diligently moored it tightly to the pylon so they moved as one body. Exerting himself expertly so that he could enjoy the combination of work and rest until some fish chanced the bait on his hook.
November 1, 2025 at 12:12 AM
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He didn’t know what it said. The Screen overlay in his mirror displayed a message in small text and he blinked and squinted and rubbed his eyes as though to clear something on them, not in them, that was failing him. As a younger man he’d once parked his car in the only vacant spot in the far end of a gas station parking lot, some fifty yards from the counter where he went to renew his tabs. The clerk had asked him what his license plate number was and he stumbled for a moment, not remembering, before he looked out over that distance and simply read it. He’d been proud of that moment. And now age had taken that from him. Humiliated and fumbling over a line of text less than two feet from his face.
October 28, 2025 at 2:14 AM
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He didn’t know what it said. The Screen overlay in his mirror displayed a message in small text and he blinked and squinted and rubbed his eyes as though to clear something on them, not in them, that was failing him. As a younger man he’d once parked his car in the only vacant spot in the far end of a gas station parking lot, some fifty yards from the counter where he went to renew his tabs. The clerk had asked him what his license plate number was and he stumbled for a moment, not remembering, before he looked out over that distance and simply read it. He’d been proud of that moment. And now age had taken that from him. Humiliated and fumbling over a line of text less than two feet from his face.
October 28, 2025 at 2:14 AM
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Voices of footfalls returned to him in the empty round room. People had been here, left scattered osseate remains of their feeding, picked over and abandoned again by vermin, crumbling stools dried and robbed of the threat of their scent now turning to soil. The walls and ceiling still held back the outside what the door and the corridor had not, both stripped of anything that could be carried or burnt, leaving bare the concrete bones of the structure, inscrutable scenes etched into their surfaces by what had been removed.
October 25, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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Voices of footfalls returned to him in the empty round room. People had been here, left scattered osseate remains of their feeding, picked over and abandoned again by vermin, crumbling stools dried and robbed of the threat of their scent now turning to soil. The walls and ceiling still held back the outside what the door and the corridor had not, both stripped of anything that could be carried or burnt, leaving bare the concrete bones of the structure, inscrutable scenes etched into their surfaces by what had been removed.
October 25, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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Her lance bobbled in the saddle pocket with every step the horse took. The few clouds in the sky traced out their inscrutable shadow plays on the canvas of scrub brush and naked red earth. Apart from that nothing moved on the plain. Open air and countless paces between them. Her and him. But tethered. She would follow the marks he made on the land until she found him again.
October 21, 2025 at 1:34 AM
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New playlist JAZZ BEATLES 1965-1971, jazz renditions of Fab Four classics recorded by the band's contemporaries

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October 21, 2025 at 11:34 AM
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Her lance bobbled in the saddle pocket with every step the horse took. The few clouds in the sky traced out their inscrutable shadow plays on the canvas of scrub brush and naked red earth. Apart from that nothing moved on the plain. Open air and countless paces between them. Her and him. But tethered. She would follow the marks he made on the land until she found him again.
October 21, 2025 at 1:34 AM
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His brow furrowed deep into the bridge of his nose and he stood walleyed as though his focus was dividing his vision. “I thought you said your name was Peggy,” he said. “It is,” she said. “Then why’d she call you Margaret, then?” “Peggy is short for Margaret.” He turned his face away as the dim calculus happening in his head could not bear to witness the object of its study. He knew at once two things: that he had been told about the alchemy of that particular nickname before and had once understood it, and that this was no longer so. His insides cooked with embarrassment while he searched for the remnant trail that would lead him back to understanding, but could not find it. Instead he spit.
October 17, 2025 at 11:45 PM
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His brow furrowed deep into the bridge of his nose and he stood walleyed as though his focus was dividing his vision. “I thought you said your name was Peggy,” he said. “It is,” she said. “Then why’d she call you Margaret, then?” “Peggy is short for Margaret.” He turned his face away as the dim calculus happening in his head could not bear to witness the object of its study. He knew at once two things: that he had been told about the alchemy of that particular nickname before and had once understood it, and that this was no longer so. His insides cooked with embarrassment while he searched for the remnant trail that would lead him back to understanding, but could not find it. Instead he spit.
October 17, 2025 at 11:45 PM
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She swayed with the motion of the train car, the fabric of her skirt finding little purchase on the aluminum poles that had replaced the actual seats while her shoes planted firmly in the rubber mat that designated the poles for use by the disabled or recent mothers. Above her the car's light flickered as it swung loose in its housing, performing a dance of lost contact restlessly swinging in its housing. Under the fuzz of her jacket pocket, her phone vibrated. It was her son, at home. He complained of being tired. Then go to bed, she said, but he whined and argued until he fell asleep and dropped the phone on his end. She ended the call and slipped the phone enviously back into her jacket pocket.
October 13, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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She swayed with the motion of the train car, the fabric of her skirt finding little purchase on the aluminum poles that had replaced the actual seats while her shoes planted firmly in the rubber mat that designated the poles for use by the disabled or recent mothers. Above her the car's light flickered as it swung loose in its housing, performing a dance of lost contact restlessly swinging in its housing. Under the fuzz of her jacket pocket, her phone vibrated. It was her son, at home. He complained of being tired. Then go to bed, she said, but he whined and argued until he fell asleep and dropped the phone on his end. She ended the call and slipped the phone enviously back into her jacket pocket.
October 13, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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Summer heat boiled all day. When twilight came, it hung still in the air like a dumbfounded anger with no outlet and in it hungry insects fed and flew in their idiosyncratic patterns, loops and darts and hovers among the tops of the heavy grasses. A pond was there, somewhere among the bent stalks, and bloomed its algaeic perfume into the air. The boy sat on a log and looked over the business of bugs as though he could name any of them or count them or numerate the stars.
October 10, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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Summer heat boiled all day. When twilight came, it hung still in the air like a dumbfounded anger with no outlet and in it hungry insects fed and flew in their idiosyncratic patterns, loops and darts and hovers among the tops of the heavy grasses. A pond was there, somewhere among the bent stalks, and bloomed its algaeic perfume into the air. The boy sat on a log and looked over the business of bugs as though he could name any of them or count them or numerate the stars.
October 10, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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Tires on salt wet blacktop screamed static from the highways that carried in the thin high mist of the dim muted winter morning. Sidewalks had been dutifully cleared of the night’s white dust, leaving behind a mosaic glaze of crunching ice underfoot. Cars passed, headlights on against the diffused daylight, sticky slurry in the road made of reluctant ice melt. ‘That’s the last of it,’ Gene said. He slammed closed the rolling shutter door on the back of the truck and secured the latch. ‘Should last the rest of the year.’
October 7, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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Tires on salt wet blacktop screamed static from the highways that carried in the thin high mist of the dim muted winter morning. Sidewalks had been dutifully cleared of the night’s white dust, leaving behind a mosaic glaze of crunching ice underfoot. Cars passed, headlights on against the diffused daylight, sticky slurry in the road made of reluctant ice melt. ‘That’s the last of it,’ Gene said. He slammed closed the rolling shutter door on the back of the truck and secured the latch. ‘Should last the rest of the year.’
October 7, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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When it was over the ground lay all around in slanted and misaligned plates like a pile of shatterings early in a mosacist’s process. Trees held fidelity to their roots and tilted in erratic lines, no longer oriented to the sky, brushing branches and leaves against newly exposed boulders and soil.
September 29, 2025 at 1:47 AM