Try not to worry too much. It’s really not bad here–once you know where you’re going.
My name is Shawn, and I’ll be your guide. I’m also the residential caretaker, inventor, and law around these parts. Mind your step.
Can I get you a beverage? No? Well, aren’t you all business. Let’s get to it, then.
The house smelled of peppermint candy, which caused a shudder to wash over Lorraine as she paused at the entrance to her home. . .
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Keep Reading »The end came quickly as rain fell in unrelenting sheets. Only those lucky enough to have boats and quick enough to use them had a chance, but few found anything left above ground.
Keep Reading »“This isn’t funny Bin-bo.”
When I get back, I’m gonna clobber that bot-tech.
“Bin-bo, are you there?”
In the clearing were doorways leading nowhere. People danced at the periphery of my vision, but when I turned to look, whatever had been there disappeared. . .
Keep Reading »There are hobbies and then there are . . . well disturbed persons who do disturbing things. In the fall of last year, when Aunt Mable asked me help her pick an unobtrusive casket, I didn’t know she planned to . . . oh. . .
Keep Reading »Before she disintegrated, Crazy Betty wandered the neighborhood bobbing and weaving and pointing at the sky shouting,
“THEY’RE HERE! THERE! EVERYWHERE!”