At about half eleven there was a loud knocking on the front door, rousing me suddenly from a dream about Claire Danes. I jumped out of bed, pulled on some trousers and ran downstairs. Opening the door revealed a guy in a DHL uniform, holding
She was awake. There was a moment of stifling confusion as she tried to remember. She banged and beat the metal sides of the world with feet and fists. She quieted as she heard a voice beyond the darkness. Something squeaked, metal on metal, and
“Sweetie, can you please come over and help me, the city came by and cited the yard. Said I have trash outside that has to be removed or else they’ll ticket me.” “What kind of trash, mom?” “Oh, not much. Just a few odds and
Major Billy Hannigan of the United Earth Space Corps studied the dials on his capsule’s control panel one more time. He knew what they all said, the same thing they’d said for days now; he was dead in space and running out of air. Worse
Daniel wasn’t sure he’d made the right decision. His ‘sponsor’ had definitely made the life style look and sound more glamorous than he was currently experiencing. But then what did he expect? His sponsor was one of the Old ones, and they’d been around long
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His name was Sean Pen and her name was Robyn Wright. Only one was aware of the strange coincidence as they fell into her bed, having sex for the third time that night, because only one knew the others’ last name. “Hi, I’m Sean Pen.