August 26, 2007 – 3:00 pm
by David Conyers
August 2007
A piece of the puzzle was still missing, and what plagued her mind more than anything was that she couldn’t see it. So she peered into a spider truck window and to her surprise, discovered an interior filled with a dull grey pockmarked substance. She was staring at hardened concrete, used to cripple the vehicle so it could not be used in enemy hands.
August 26, 2007 – 2:42 pm
by Geoffrey Girard
August 2007
And not just any human being, Becker reminded himself. Developed in some lab for the scientific goal of isolating, understanding and curing violent human behavior, this boy was the genetic offspring of a known killer. A name even Becker recognized, although he could never remember if it was the good-looking guy out west or the one who dressed like a clown.
by Steven Savile
June 2007
“My body is my Temple,” he whispered out loud, tasting the rightness in the bitter irony of the words – that his body was all he had, and so he was reborn: Temple.
