Ah, those eyes. You look into them, and you still see the fire, at least for a little while . . .
Category: Original Fiction
Flood Street. I wound up there after a long period of debauchery, or so I’m told . . .
I was one of Descent.com’s earliest customers, and surely I was first to inquire into a gap. It was only three generations into the future, this gap . . .
Reading is fundamental. It is also free at the public library, making it the activity of choice for mothers of young children everywhere . . .
Bashir had witnessed his share of riddled bodies since the Americans had invaded, but this was the first from his own hand . . .
I sat in the car looking out the window and trying to focus on what I had just witnessed in the back seat of the van. It had started out as a simple day . . .
The body was crumpled on the floor. Purple blood spilled away, taking the shape of a crooked tree . . .
We get a lot of bad press, you know, and none of it is warranted. For years people have been writing about “The Satanists of Kings Park” . . .