Death Grip
“What should we do with the body?” Andrew asked her, shutting the toilet lid after his third retching. “That’s not our concern now,” she...
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“What should we do with the body?” Andrew asked her, shutting the toilet lid after his third retching. “That’s not our concern now,” she...
Peter Harrison, building manager, walked past the concierge desk, escorting the mayor to the ribbon cutting. “…but it was right here. And now I...
Thales of Miletus “Theda? What are you doing here?” Theda looked up from the computer screens. James stood at the library’s entrance. He was...
Tyson’s Corner, Sending this out early. February in a few days! I get to pick this time, and I’m picking first line: It was...
Tell them in Lacedaemon, passer-byThat here, obedient to their word, we lie.-Simonides of Ceos “The clock advanced toward the start of a new year,...
By George Berkheimer Jens exited the Museumsinsel subway station and crossed a broad parking lot while taking in the impressive size of the Palast...
Shackleton Station Alpha Dr. Theda Vermaak stepped out of the airlock. Oscillating yellow and red lights cut through the thick haze of fine, frozen...
“What the hell do you want now?” , the clerk asked rolling his eye. The next thing he saw was Viktor’s hand shooting out,...
I stared at the printout. The young Haxel Rod in uniform, puffing his chest out. The late Dolly, hair in pigtails, holding the hand...