I never want to close my eyes because they might not open again. Every blink is a moment of fear. And don’t get me started on sleep. I’m even afraid of the space I can’t see behind my head. Death lurks everywhere. Outside in objects that can take shake me loose from this earth. Inside in untrustworthy meat that loves to rupture and degrade ( Read more... )

It’s a beautiful day and Zaccheus Jackson is still dead ( Read more... )

The problem with The Library these days were the storms ( Read more... )

So there I was right? Down to the last beer and the last smoke, eh? When me and buddy decided that we needed a bit more. Well fuck me if it wasn’t like fifty below outside and the liquor store hadn’t closed a half hour ago. Insufficient planning, Buddy said. Fuck you, I said. And right then and there I closed my eyes and wished for more beer ( Read more... )

I looked into the eyes of my husband. At least, I was pretty sure it was my husband. Ever since The Crash, I haven’t been able to tell ( Read more... )

Yes. The aliens came down and harvested the human race. Yes. We asked them to ( Read more... )

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the new AI our team created last night ( Read more... )

I was so happy. Today was the day my sister Karen was going to die. Our whole family was there, blinking pictures of her and eyecamming the entire thing. She was the first person in our family to ascend. She had a lazy smile on her face as she looked around the hospital room at us, the poison taking effect. We all met her eyes in turn. Tears ( Read more... )

It was a beautiful night to watch the stars go out ( Read more... )

I was a time traveler. I say ‘was’ because it’s apparent to me now that this was a one-way trip ( Read more... )