As Evie slowly opened her eyes, she had the awful thought that whoever decided to design her sleep cycle for twelve-minute intervals should be shot. She was rested enough, she just hated waking up to the dank, grimy world around her. The windows of the gas station were either shattered or covered with so much…… Continue reading Evie’s Run , Or Who Wants To Live Forever Anyway?
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The Body
“What should we do with the body?” The body in question looked like a bald chimpanzee, lying on the floor, his arms and legs splayed out, dark brown blood pouring from the gaping head wound, his brown eyes lifeless, his mouth agape, bearing fangs. The blood-stained salt lamp that had ended his life laid a…… Continue reading The Body