The moon glows, spotted, and crevassed. A nameless hominid stares at the lunar splendor speculative as it waxes the small world of his tribe into a new hunting season.
Hell is, knowing that things end because that's what they do. They end and change and become something different. It is both the curse and a blessing of existence. It's after his last death that things switched from normal to this, surrounded by a nothing, a purple nothing that felt like static or white noise …
"You know what's stupid?" "What?" "This ship," Bruno screeches as the shuttle shimmies in response to a psionic shock wave. He jerks the control stick to avoid a cephalopod tentacle and the Errant Knight barrel-rolls to the starboard. "Any other design we'd be invisible." "But we're not and go fuck yourself.' For Lei, this ship …
Her name was Sergeant Darling, and when she laid eyes on my unlocked wall locker, I could tell it was love at first sight.
The sun is just coming up and my mom is mad because she forgot we live on the West Coast and not the East.
By order of the local magistrate, all living tissue will cease to exist in twenty-three seconds
The kid, Tommy, never smoked before, "What do you think I should try?"
He becomes aware and instantly is thankful death has not claimed him, yet.
Wilbur could talk. Maybe always could, but at age eleven-months, those were the first words he chose to speak to Lavinia Whateley.
A red would not tolerate such blatant disrespect. No, Perseida thinks as the tinkle of her brass scales announce a sudden itch she works with a clawed foot. No, a red would tromp on out there and take the man's head as an appetizer. Yet she doesn’t because whatever deed brought them here some bard …