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.

“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. . .

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. . .

Before she disintegrated, Crazy Betty wandered the neighborhood bobbing and weaving and pointing at the sky shouting,
“THEY’RE HERE! THERE! EVERYWHERE!”

Mr. Higby warned Gordon Jenkins about dating his daughter, but Gordon wasn’t interested in what Old Man Higby said.

Gordon Jenkins wanted to put it to Samantha Higby, and anything. . .

It’s time the world learn the truth behind the old man’s triumph.
Initially, none of us could fault the carver for the work itself: he created perfect marionettes, but then, the man tried to breathe life into them. . .