A chilling sleep begins.
The carnage and chaos had ended.
He was the only survivor.
Recognizable remains littered the corridors. Blood pooled over artificial gravity wells.
A course to Earth was set, and he gingerly collapsed into a cryogenics pod.
As the pod sealed, a motion light kicked on.
He toured the entirety of his ancestral homeland without a single step.
After he signed the book, he decided to vacation in Portugal before getting down to business.
Continue reading ““No Broomstick Necessary””“I hear voices and scratching,” the child whispered beneath a heavy comforter.
Darkness blanketed the Montes Apenninus just beyond his son’s bedroom window.
Continue reading ““A Haunting Light-years Away””A piece for the working man.
Although the family feared trouble and planned a special burial, anarchists got the body of George Pullman before the earth did.
Continue reading ““Revenge Postmortem””Wood chipper!
Do as you will.
A fallen angel shudders with fear.
Overlooked.
Undercooked.
Each barricade improved their chances of survival, and many found solace in every corridor, staircase, window, and vent that was blocked. Continue reading ““Barricades ‘R’ Us””
A watery grave holds only so many drops.
The night light flickered.
You need a shotgun to squash these bugs.
“The lightning bugs sure are glowing bright tonight!”
65 million years allow for more than cloning.
A Visit to the Idea Factory 