Perish the Thought
“If this boat hits one more swell, I swear I’ll hurl that slop they called breakfast back up on the deck.” Venus, AKA Captain Eyepatch’s, gravelly complaint dragged Terra back
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“If this boat hits one more swell, I swear I’ll hurl that slop they called breakfast back up on the deck.” Venus, AKA Captain Eyepatch’s, gravelly complaint dragged Terra back
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Twilla’s Beast was hollow-bellied, the lumbering juggernaut, a comfy shelter built just for her. Light years away, amid a war waged in space, an enemy warhead had blown a gaping
Whips of lightning cracked the dreary night’s fragile shell. The sea was a harridan, driving away what little warmth was left in the wind. The beastly sky rumbled. The earth
Debbie Dent wore pastel pink to work on the day the world went straight to hell. That morning she’d come by the coffee shop where I worked, batting her fake
Beakman showed up at dawn. He didn’t knock or call out for Else. He just stood there at her door, silently waiting for her to notice him staring at her
Rasta man gone astray; the devout artist had adopted flesh for his canvas. Everything about him was dark, the curl of his brows, and even his countenance when he eased
A quintet of scared birds makes a mad dash for the ragged cliff’s edge. They take to the sky, a flurry of frantic appendages. I, the usurper having stolen their