The moon is not enough to light up the room or scare away the "monsters." At 21, I still struggle with sleeping in the quiet and hollow darkness. It is lonely, cold, and stern—a void of nothingness as ... [+]
The journal of Oliver Andrew Wong, formerly of the Yorktown Institute of Travel, class of '32 October 7th, 2034: It had seemed an unfair statement to call it a scam, but there it was. Very much ... [+]
She wears a dark hooded cloak. It overshadows most of her face, sharp features deftly hidden beneath darkness. Poised, she stands carefully watching out for the slight ruffle of the leaves that sit ... [+]
Dara Brown lay in a pool of blood and shrapnel, sputtering droplets of reddish saliva into the pristine snow as a hazy darkness began to settle over the corner of his eyes. He had witnessed a ... [+]
The monkey was staring at me.
I looked away, stepping aside to give it a wide berth. Making eye contact with animals always made me nervous since I knew some thought eye contact was a sign of
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When an unexpected incident occurs in one's life, is it purely a once-in-a-blue-moon event? Or is there a deeper, hidden meaning waiting to be discovered? Allow me to recount such an encounte ... [+]
It was raining. Two men in long coats walked side by side, hands in pockets, faces behind upturned collars. The street they were on was empty except for them, their path flanked by a long row of ... [+]
One morning, after a long night of troubled dreams, a cockroach awoke to unusual sensations. At first, as if still thinking it all a dream, it stood for some moments in a pleasant stupor, regarding ... [+]
"Doctor, what's wrong with her." Six-year-old Hazel shifts uncomfortably, like a convict in an interrogation chair, as her mother rattles off her symptoms. It sounds like she's dying, afflicted ... [+]
I have been long exalted as the explorer of the forgotten. I traverse the chilliest peaks and the most blistering of jungles to exhume the secrets of past civilisations. My bedroom is littered with ... [+]
Robert and Mary Jones's house sits on Tuffnell Park Road, number 134A. Mostly a gift from Mary's family, but Robert had a couple of dimes saved up from the yard where he worked back in 1923. The ... [+]
It was the middle of the night, and the boy tinkered still.
Alone, nested in the heartwood of a great World Tree, far removed from any semblance of civilisation – the boy tinkered.
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Once in a blue moon, the sea forgot its boundaries and crept into our homes. Not like the hurricanes that howled and thrashed, no, this was gentle, as if the ocean had grown weary of its solitude ... [+]
I don't owe the force anything. Think of this as a personal favour. Partner to partner. Our partnership ended long ago. Now if you excu- If it ain't a partner you see me as, then it's a ... [+]
Erin Beckett wasn't scared of most things. She loved roller coasters, and she was the designated bug killer at home—even with three older brothers. When the offense of the other team came speeding ... [+]
