Stories

It was never supposed to be empty.

Those towering monoliths of rock and cement stood like great guardians of a prison made hidden from mankind.

"Come on, it will be fun!" Terry told me.

There it is. Laying in the corner of my house lays the corpse of the thing I killed. It's meant legs curving itself into a ball-like shape.

On my descent down to hell, I met God.

"W-where am I?" a man screamed, his body strapped to an operating table.

Each morning when I wake up and look out my window, that's when I see it.

Incident report regarding a nuclear test that went haywire. Incident report read by private investigator Judith Grey.

I have been stuck here for a day. Stuck in my own room with no sign of escape.

I once heard that birds can remember faces of humans so that they can discern who has been kind towards them and those who haven't.