Links to all installments of the serial science fiction stories comprising this apocalypse.
Erik sat on the bench, his feet folded under him, his palms outstretched. He brought his breath in, visualizing the sunlight radiating through his chest
He’d spoken with Mercy by video call. His reserve to continue his writing faltered. He saw her eyes, swollen with tears. His children pleaded with
I was twelve or thirteen, I can’t remember which, and my grandmother had told me to remove a shrub from the backyard. I chopped and
Fantastic Mr. Fox was one of my favorite stories when I was in fourth grade. I would wrap myself in a blanket and sit on
I’m not a hero. I’m not a good person. I’m working for Excellus because he and his people saved me, and I have a debt