It had been years, but there was no mistaking your handwriting on the postcard. “Come meet me.” That’s all. Just three words scribbled out in black ballpoint, but that was all I needed to know it was you. The card itself was nondescript, one of
The stones were there when we woke up one morning. We have no idea how they got there: a row of boulders spread out in a half-mile arch on the western outskirts of town. Other than the placement, there was nothing unusual about them whatsoever.
Hello there, rats. Yes, we can see you. Or close enough to it. All that data generated by your telephone, Internet, and television use? Creates a nearly perfect image of your daily activities. And considering how many of your activities simply involve being seated on
They were six weeks out from Barbados and had naught to show for it but slowly dwindling supplies of ship’s biscuit and grog. T’was a bad season for pirating. Despite rumors in port telling tale of ships traversing the Spanish Main loaded with New World
Wander the back country and the forgotten places enough, and you’ll find them: odd statues to monstrous things, dragons, and demons, and creatures older then consciousness that have no written name. These monuments may seem like architectural oddities, and it’s true, they are. Structures grotesquely
For years, Hollister’s Toy Shop on Pembrose Lane was a beloved destination of the city’s residents. Within the confines of his workshop, Mr. Hollister produced mechanical wonderments the likes of which no one had ever seen: wind-up tin soldiers who could march in perfect formation