“You want to know so badly.” A voice spoke in a soft, distance melody took me under, not to sleep but to another place, between reality and the cosmic ever after. A place like hell and heaven amalgamated. I couldn’t tell if they were dreams but as the drowsiness of the sleeping pills dissipated it was clear that this much more than a dream Read More
Her home base looks ready for my baseball bat. Its solid, sheened thickness is aching to pound her diamond plate. Itching to slip into her glove. I grip my pole and get ready for the pitch. The bang comes and there’s another fantasy.
A man stands in the window of a tall steeple. I see only the steeple, not the man inside, and imagine how I could fuck the sky with the tower, if I had a big enough hand. Or perhaps I’d launch my red rocket and part the skies with friction and a sonic boom, churning my stomach from the acceleration. “Slow down.” Someone shouts, but I can’t Read More
A shrill voice echoed in the mist. The beast had come, like it had so many times before. Windell saw the open-mouthed fear in the tribesmen and stayed eagerly behind them, clutching his Snider rifle as they pushed through the brush, thick jungle leaves over their heads. Leaning down he tried to see through the foliage, a fleeting attempt to catch a glimpse of the beast or its unwitting victim Read More
It’s hard being alone all the time. Especially before the giant bugs, when most of the human population wasn’t dead, starving, or being eaten alive, when they only cared about their own lives and were indifferent to everyone else’s. Harry had initially bought the cabin to be away from people and hide out in the South Mountain Forest, and he was partially glad for it considering he didn’t have to listen to the screams of the mutilated, the thunder of the fly swarms, and the stomping of dog-sized beetles across the ground Read More
“The head is the hardest to crack. The skull is thick and can survive 500 pounds of pressure. But it’s the insides that are hardest to crack.” Sergeant Carrigan was issuing commands to the sound cannon on the roof of the armored van, typing on the console.
Specialist Nichols edged forward and studied his input commands, remembering a few of them from the training course. “Most of the protesters brought headphones this time. Won’t that defeat the purpose of the sound cannon?” Nichols could almost feel the approaching crowds from the back of the truck. The thundering, shouting voices were chanting for violence. A pack of insurgents was one thing but this was a whole horde of American civilians, on an American street. His training didn’t prepare him for conflict against his own people. He didn’t even want to peek around the corner of the open truck door Read More
Garbage, toxic and poisonous, stretched as far as Sylis could see as the hover pod bounced up and down over the uneven terrain. He judged the landfill to be about thirty miles in every direction in this zone. This was the last contaminated zone they would have to visit tonight before the sun came up and the pillars of hazardous vapor could be seen more clearly by the floating cities above Read More
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