Today, my arm itches like hell. Then again, lots of me itches. Everyone has an itch somewhere, but the scarring is never permanent. I'm working my new arm left and right trying to get the feel for it down while walking to my favorite breakfast place. Everyone I pass looks at me in the same way ...

The neon sign outside the dingy brown building said "Roxie's Travel Agency" and featured a woman in a fedora holding a white machine gun. Few people but Roxie, the owner, are old enough to get the reference. She's had a good deal in front of her that night, a couple of newlyweds right out of ...

Master Paranthany set the vase down delicately at the feet of Mr. Lurgess. Mr. Lurgess, for his part, rubbed his spongy hands together excitedly. Master Paranthany removed his velvet gloves and returned them to their pocket in his coat. "How did you--" Mr. Lurgess sputtered out. "How did ...

Mrs. Lansing slapped the back of Edward’s head. “What is this?” she asked, pointing at his computer pad. “It’s the site I built!” whined Edward, rubbing the back of his head. His teacher tapped her foot and folded her arms tightly to her chest. “That site looks like it was ...

Muddy came over to Chris’s studio apartment on Saturday afternoon. He came with his old guitar wearing his mismatched black thrift store clothes. Chris plugged his ears directly into his music system, and they both played, but since they couldn’t hear each other, it wasn’t much different ...

Churos went there alone, although he was surrounded by a scattered platoon of guards and officers all charged with the task of escorting the 5'8" teenager to court. When the doors to the court opened, it was clear that the media circus was in full swing. The smile that drew across his lips ...

At night, the wind howled over the tent like an angry djinn, forcing its sandy fingers through tears and clumsy folds. "Tonight is the Aisra's," they'd whisper in nearby towns as the wind fought to erode the frictionless forcewalls, but if the Aisra caused the storm it was indifferent to it, ...

The people here smelled nice, Guss thought, dragging the huge tub behind him through the grass towards the receptacle. Everything was fragrant in that sort of way that made you think it was all genuine. He’d never known what a ‘real’ smell was like. He’d worked artificially since the ...