All of this happened Before, will happen again. I see the writing On the wall. It says, “You might as well enjoy it.” I embrace
Who were you, giant man? I call you giant; you would have been five or six inches taller than my homo sapien ancestors, and shorter
I walked into the darkness of the back room of my grandfather’s shack. The scuffle of my feet along the boards becomes a soft tread
I ended up in Cleveland this week, and had some time on my hands. I discovered the Land of Warrea. It’s a plaque on the
Links to all installments of the serial science fiction stories comprising this apocalypse.
“Can someone please explain this to me because frankly, I can’t explain it myself even right now as I’m relating this occurrence. I have trouble