So far so good, I still haven’t been tarnished with the 4th sight, so perhaps my days will be more or less unblemished by the woes and wails of the souls trapped betwixt this and their dimensions.
While I haven't run into my younger self—and I don't intend to. I know he's here, because I am.
Bobby stares into the abyss of the egg shell wall ahead, eyes dead, face slack.
You can travel through time, but there are limits.
Perry Dubois is not special, he's neither rich nor poor, smart or dumb. No, Perry is an average boy of five.
Not one soul looked up from their phone long enough to see the world dying and decaying all around them.
This morning I started my day at 4:30am. Jumped out of bed, did a few air squats, jumped into the shower and came alive.
Days bleed into nights, and nights into sunrises and sunsets. I’m sitting up in a recliner, for which I waited eight weeks to arrive, I’ve had it for three weeks today.
Our Government, the all-knowing and seeing lizard people that have been telling us UFOs aren’t real for 65 years, just released footage proving otherwise.
In hindsight, we'll probably say this was mild as far as apocalypses go. It’s bad, sure, but have you seen movies?
Julien handed his boss the H-5 hydraulic screwdriver as he'd been asked, and took a large step back. Dr. Grimes didn't so much as glance over his shoulder as he...
Sitting in my office, preparing for the week, red began to seep into the corner of my eye. I glanced over and saw a small, bright red ball roll from the front hall into my office's doorway.
Sammy’s bones creaked and popped, muscles tightened as he pushed himself from his resting place on the cold slab betwixt the dumpster and the recycling. He made an awkward pose as he straightened up and stretched into the morning sky.
“I’ve missed you terribly” He choked, then cleared his throat.
The collective excitement would rise in concert with the shoving and giggling the seriousness of competition pushed aside by youthful ignorance.
I'm at this party, I'm not entirely sure how I got here.
With each perfect, slicing swing of the Louisville Slugger, Lou Constanza found his mood increasingly more joyful.
Minions are naturally scaly, hunched creatures, and oft times have very poor grooming and hygiene practices. I am inclined to wonder why anyone would like to have, or even require having a minion or more so, legions upon legions of them.
Flashes of white, streams and trails of grayish-green. The very tips of his New Balance running sneakers and streaks of the path he’s running, deep in concentrated thought, the wind howling past his reddened ears and face, Tomas began to have what he referred to as “acid flashbacks”.