Darkness blanketed the Montes Apenninus just beyond his son’s bedroom window.
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“I hear voices and scratching,” the child whispered beneath a heavy comforter.
“I hear voices and scratching,” the child whispered beneath a heavy comforter.
Darkness blanketed the Montes Apenninus just beyond his son’s bedroom window.
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“Dying for Dinosaurs” originally appeared with Evening Theatre (defunct publication) in August of 2018.
Paleontologist Alma Ojeda was a veteran of countless excavations in her native country. She had established herself quickly in her field when she helped to unearth the largest Argentinosaurus ever found while working on her doctorate at the University of Córdoba.
An unpleasant reunion in the afterlife.
A cackling demon prodded Alexios III.
Hellfire licked the soul and soles of the former emperor.
Although only recently deceased, the weary man tired of eternity in just a few seconds.
“Stop these abuses!” Alexios III finally pleaded. “What have I done to receive such vile treatment?”
The demon laughed even wilder after hearing these words.
“Tell me! I beg you! Why do I find myself in this pit of fire?”
The demon twisted a gruesome face into a smile.
“You’d have to ask them!”
A gnarled finger extended toward the chained skeletons of Alexios IV and Alexios V.
The ink has dried.
The extraterrestrials diligently constructed a Dyson sphere around the Sun, much to our chagrin.
Deadly hallucinations on a frozen world.
“There are no polar bears on Pluto. This is a dead rock. You are back at the habitation module. You are hallucinating.”
A Lunar discovery of the ominous kind.
The astronauts stood at the rim of the crater and studied the expansive feature through tinted visors.
Your reality is his dream.
His dream is your nightmare.
“We really have no choice but to go into this world and find him.”
Not necessarily an ideal situation.
The evening downpour flooded the basement.
A collection of short fiction from my Twitter (@jojascully).