“We wish to die the way of our ancestors.”
When the dinosauroids returned to Earth after a sixty–six million year absence, most were pleased with how the planet had recovered from the devastation of Chicxulub. Continue reading ““How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Our Dinosauroid Overlords””
“That’s almost eight hundred feet! We’ll be killed if we don’t jump the track first!”
The funicular car rested at the upper station. Continue reading ““Inclined to Time””
A couple of short stories about deadly spiders (some extraterrestrial and one the product of island gigantism) spinning doom.
When I was a child, I had an intense fear of spiders. My dread of those little eight-legged monsters has somewhat eased in my adulthood, but I continue to hesitate whenever I encounter an arachnid. Continue reading “Ensnared in a Childhood Fear: “Floating over a Spider” and “Montanha do Aranha””
These strangers appeared to be priests. One carried an especially large hammer.
With the help of his sons, the farmer carefully loaded chests of dirt onto his cart. Continue reading ““Undead Intercepted””
“The emperor warned that he would steal away the children of any traitors and carve their bones into cutlery.”
“We are no longer able to hold this valley,” the revolutionary shouted from horseback. “Let us retreat into the mountains before the imperial forces arrive.” Continue reading ““Bone Cutlery””
A Visit to the Idea Factory 