The pock-marked scabs that dotted the treeless, barren landscape on the face of our stronghold city, Labrinthia, were what held
“Yes, you’re going to die one of these days.” Libby stood on the porch to my best friend, Mikey’s, house.
“Put the gun down, Amy!” My voice went hoarse, unexpectedly, as the girl I’d just started dating three weeks ago
“What are you doing, here? Oh, I see. Good day!” I smile a lie. I find my way to where
“Look at the puppy, Daddy!” My just-turned-four-year-old-today stood next to my wife, Sarah, and a newly-erected porch gate in front
A few months back, I’d opened up a window on Sunday morning to keep the smell of bacon from wafting.
They’d finally found it. “The Human Spirit,” they called this entity: this carcass. Its double-helix body lay strewn across a
Every form of biology is driven by a Darwinian sort of algorithm that: Enables an organism to survive its environment,
Cupid ‘s arrow struck a vein: a token-Prozac stimulant to heartache and pain. Death’s defining moment is the moment it
In love or hate, what difference does it make? My loved ones will be inspired to become slaves unto the
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