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The Green Serpent

In a dystopian future where the population has been decimated by war and rampant illness memories are harvestable and sold to the highest bidder

One Week Window

In the near future, the police force has been privatized and purchased by a television network. The network has set up a television show, “One Week Window,and the catch is this: if the crime is not solved in a week, it is dropped, both from the show and from the police priority list.

Lexicon of the weird

Stories from "The Lexicon of the Weird" are the twisted tales of a world controlled by the Undead who are in the middle of a shadow war for control over the future of mankind.

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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Humanity


            Bernie opened his eyes slowly, and it took him a moment to remember where he was. The smell of human waste flooded his nostrils and he jerked upright, his eyes quickly scanning the sewer tunnel around him for any signs of danger.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Stage 5. Acceptance


            Steven woke up face down on a pile of what looked like flattened cardboard boxes, and when he lifted his head he noticed that he was staring out of the doors of an open trash compactor.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Ware house


            Timeaus’ hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t keep the desk from rattling beneath them. He pulled them back and pressed them together in his lap, trying to focus on the folder of information that Achan had just set on his desk.
            “How bad is it?”

Monday, September 8, 2014

...into the fire


            Timeaus’ hands were shaking so badly that he couldn’t keep the desk from rattling beneath them. He pulled them back and pressed them together in his lap, trying to focus on the folder of information that Achan had just set on his desk.

            “How bad is it?”

Thursday, August 7, 2014

into the mess


            The order to move out came at two the next morning, and when Christie was shaken roughly awake from where she had dozed off on the backseat of a Humvee, she found herself staring into the familiar, yet unwelcome face of Chevalier. He looked much improved from when she had seen him the night before, but that was a bit like saying that a car wreck looked better with the mangled corpses removed.