Beaming across the blackness of the galaxy, a glint in her eye announces the approaching great huntress. Cowering fledglings attempt to obscure themselves into nothingness, sorely ill-equipped to contend. They hope she’ll be quick, and the pain be softened by the warmth of fresh blood. But this one, he’s not quick enough. The black hole…
You can’t get there from here. From the three birds rock, you need to follow the trail that meanders around the south end and loops past the mandrake. When you see the snowy peaks, follow the rivulets upstream until they merge with the trail toward the lounge of the gods. Remember these three rules. First,…
Jolene stares into the pulsating black and white pattern on the wall. Her eyes fall heavy as it morphs into a glassy liquid portal between two sycamore trees. A hand reaches through, motioning for her to enter. She can almost make out a form on the other side, a dark silhouette of a man. She…
The icy wind stabs at my bare skin and cuts through my jacket, dulling my senses. A shiver runs down my spine, and I blink, attempting to see out across the clearing. Stubborn yellowed stalks stand firm, skeletons of days gone by banding together to collect the drifting snow. I know the wind cuts sharper…
Pappy used to sit there. When he was reading a newspaper, I wanted him to read The BFG. “Just a minute,” he said. Now it’s empty and Momma says she’s planning to bring new light to the room, whatever that means. I think it’s a conspiracy to get rid of Pappy’s chair. But he still…
“What is it?” Lara asked. Elliot rubbed his chin. “I’ve never seen the likes of it, seems to have a consciousness.” “Consciousness? Is that how these strange events, well, ever since its arrival…” but Lara trailed off. “Precisely. It feels, looks, and behaves like solid titanium, but something’s in there. Look at this digital energy…
There’s a new one out here. We’ve seen him before, maybe his kind at least. I don’t know what the point is, why they come here. The adventure, perhaps. Maybe it’s the raw grittiness. They’re like freshly cut grass, perfectly poised and groomed. Never allowed to run free, bend and dance in elegant sway, scattering…
The warm water flowed over my naked body and swirled down the drain. A spider scurried up my leg evading the whirlpool. “Get him off!” I swiped and he landed over on the wall, plastered with wet stickiness. I began to relax again keeping one eye on the creepy little bandit. His leg lifted and…
