Toe the Line
The coffee was nasty. The others had gotten there first, leaving only the dregs. A thick stew of bitterness. Typical. “Hey Reg, you take...
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The coffee was nasty. The others had gotten there first, leaving only the dregs. A thick stew of bitterness. Typical. “Hey Reg, you take...
The Strange Case of Theda Vermaak Leaving the Thales Ch 2 The massive airlock bunker was a geodesic dome constructed of lune-crete blocks pressed...
Mike’s translation of the Esperanto-language book I Hang Stars on My Dreams, by Mikhail Bronshteyn 1. 1. All rumors about an evacuation of the...
Mike’s translation of the Esperanto-language book I Hang Stars on My Dreams, by Mikhail Bronshteyn Intermezzo 1918–Petrograd. Drezen and Nedoshivin The Esperanto Movement in Petrograd....
Mike’s translation of the Esperanto-language book I Hang Stars on My Dreams, by Mikhail Bronshteyn 1. Early morning, foggy Over the cemetery balances The...
Mike’s translation of the Esperanto-language book I Hang Stars on My Dreams, by Mikhail Bronshteyn Vasily 1. I realize that the essential orders of...
By George Berkheimer It was a Dark and Stormy night. Customarily it was a Greyhound night. On rare occasion a Horse’s Neck night, but...
I look at the sign: It’s been 5 days since…I hear the crash of a banquet cart as it toppled onto the floor. Shucked...
The tombstone told me everything I needed to know. “He lived a long life,” I commented. “Yes, Frank, he did,” Dr. Bache agreed. We...
Mirror Man The park was crowded, despite the cold and snow. Families enjoyed the wide-open spaces, taking pictures to be sent out with their...