Each morning is a decision. Should I put on the brown mask or the blue? Should I be a tradesman or an assassin today?
Whatever...
Ghost Technology from the Sun
| 05 Oct, 2009
Master told us that the earth was hollow, and that we lived on the inside of it, clinging to the top of the crust. Below us was...
The Killing Streets
| 01 Feb, 2010
The earth is rich in textures and smells. It hurtles by, your clawed hands scrabbling at earth, stones and tree roots, your prey’s...
Scenting the Dark
| 07 Mar, 2010
Lifting the stopper from the vial to his nose, Penn inhaled slowly. Against the neutral backdrop of his ship’s cleanroom, he picked...
Horizontal Rain
| 07 Mar, 2010
Maxwell Sanders pressed the phone closer to his ear as if that would somehow bring comprehension. “Did you say trolls?”
“Yes...
The Thing in the Refrigerator That Could Stop Time
| 09 Jun, 2010
Half a blink after the smoke from the cigarette smoldering in the ashtray had curled into a hoary question mark and froze in perpetual...
Here We Are, Falling Through Shadows
| 08 Jul, 2010
Miker drove our fire engine through the dark neighborhood, the red emergency lights flash-synching to the deep bass of the rumbler...
Those Below
| 08 Jul, 2010
Say you’re lost in the hustle-bustle of the local farmer’s market in search of some shiny bibelot for your girlfriend, and you...
End of the Line: A Puzzle
| 08 Jul, 2010
Note: This story is a game of skill. Can you solve it?
“Which door should we open? Help me think.”
“I’ve told you already, I have...