Andrew Michaels pulled his woolen ski cap onto his bright red hair. He zipped up the thick fur-lined jacket and pulled on waterproof gloves. He opened the front door and stepped onto the sidewalk. Salt crunched below his boots, and crisp Winter air stung his nose. 'Christmas traditions,' he thought, 'nothing was better!'
Read MoreAngela stood at the entrance of the portal. Exit? It was hard to tell standing on one side or the other. But inside. Inside the transition point formed between two portals. That was the one place Angela felt like she was where she belonged.
Read MoreEditor's Log - October 5, 2164 - When I was commissioned to begin this task, I never imagined the sheer volume of terrible work I would wade through. Of course, I was never programmed to imagine in the first place.
Read MoreHer arthritis shot lightning bolts of pain up her back, along her arm, and into the joints of her withered hand. But she was glad to be out of the house, serving her community, and doing a good deed. The Blood Bank made it clear that Volunteers were one of their greatest assets, after the collected blood.
Read MoreAnd then there was Nothing. Which was at least Something. Andre swept his hand across the place where the mouse had been moments ago. Nothing. No fur, no tail, no ears, no eyes. No treat, no crumbs, nothing remained. At last!
Read MoreOn the shelf, DVDs were ordered by release date - It's a Wonderful Life (1946), H.G. Wells' The Time Machine (1960), Somewhere in Time (1980), Time Bandits (1981), Flight of the Navigator (1986), Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (1989), Terminator 2 (1991), Groundhog Day (1993), Twelve Monkeys (1995)…
Read MoreTony DeLorenta ran through the dark corridor in search of an exit. He stumbled up a flight of stairs. He fumbled with the handrail which was broken in several places. His foot crashed through the landing at the top of the staircase. All told, Tony was in a tough situation.
Read MoreShe placed her hot hand on the cold wood. The hinge squeaked in protest as the porch door flapped open. Linda Julip stepped out into the night and a raging storm. The rain pelted her face, soaked her hair, and made her white silk blouse translucent.
Read MoreTim lay on the thick carpet in front of the old television playing Nintendo. The plastic block in his hand tilted left, then right, in an effort to will the 8-bit character further with each move. His thumb darted left and mashed the Start button to freeze the action.
Read MoreThe light burst from the ends of her tangled hair, and the tips of her dirty fingernails. It shot from every crease of her tan skin, and poured from the wide open portals formed by her eyes and mouth.
Read MoreThe neighborhood was on the wrong side of the tracks. That was clear to see from the outside of each home which lined Swanson Street. Paint peeled from shoe box-sized houses built to shelter working men and women each night when they returned from hard labor in the small industrial town. Life was hard on Swanson Street. No one would argue that point.
Read More"What's with all the coconuts?" Shawn shouted across the narrow strip of beach to Emily.
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