“Can I come down?”
“Of course! I’m just surprised your not playing outside.”
The most honest way to earn a dollar.
“Can I come down?”
“Of course! I’m just surprised your not playing outside.”
A watery grave holds only so many drops.
The night light flickered.
The desperate exodus of mankind to the stars.
“Butembo will serve as the anchor for the first ever constructed.”
All conspiracies unravel in time.
“You don’t understand — I need to get from Bulawayo to Harare as soon as possible. I need to be on the roof of the New Reserve Bank Tower before sunset.”
“Why the ominous name?”
“The colonists refer to this as the ‘death drop’.”
The jaded pedagogue was actually a reptilian masquerading as that most destitute of public servants.
Every student knew that Mr. Dobbs hated his job.
“This isn’t a big deal,” David muttered.
“I wonder if we should run to the store?” Maria asked from the kitchen.
“Why? You don’t want my help?”
“Stake?”
“Check.”
“Mallet?”
“Check.”
“Crucifix?”
“Check.”
Each man cupped his hands to drink, only noticing skeletons littering the grassy strand between the pond and tree after regaining their senses.
Lost in the desert, two surviving deserters spied an oasis. A single gnarled baobab dominated an island of green and blue in a sea of sand.
Facing certain death, the astronauts chuckled at their trivial fortune: the shuttle wreckage rested at the terminator line of the planet.
The shuttle had crashed into the surface of Mercury. Within minutes of the disaster, injuries claimed the lives of the navigator and geologist. Continue reading ““Terminator Line””