Manus Gloriae In graveyards we live, so you can thrive. But you flee — to your Tarshish perhaps, quailing round…
Missy's Last Day Out Jerome and Missy stood in the derelict Museum of Mankind. Beyond, terraformed terrain rolled away as…
Dustmen The dustmen come every Friday. Residents put their trash out the night before. We neither see nor hear the…
Erwin's Catch 22 That bloody interfering woman drove him mad. His temporal microscope and paradigm shifter had been moved so…
Open Casket Did she just wink?Something about her beauty was…off.The beryl of her eyes?The barest invitation of a pout? That…
Catching the Scythe When full moonbeams hit St Barquistes, listen.The stony buttresses live; not only flesh can pass away.In the…
Man used to fly, but no more; not since The Shift. Then, am I not a man? Alone, naked, and…
Childhood memories often come complete with a hazy, nurturing comfort, but even the best ones carry a burdensome, bittersweet aftertaste.I’d…