"I just don't see what's stopping you, Raylan." Piper adjusted her thick-framed glasses before jamming her fist back into the pocket of her hoodie. Raylan's show at The Xanadu Carousel had been over for awhile, but the rain outside had only now just stopped. Piper and Raylan didn't own cars, ...

Annabelle could have gotten stapled, pumped, sucked and tucked, but she had always been a bit of a herbhead, and she wanted to do it the natural way. It was more expensive, to be sure, but in the end, the results would be cleaner. She had looked for the hostess carefully, studying ...

"Diggs! C'mon man, we gotta keep this moving or we won't find squat for real dirt by the end of the day!" 'That had to be Brennan yelling over the drill tube. He'd been at work on that machine, trying to suck up the dry mud and debris, hoping for a better chance at the pure stuff. Diggs ...

With each stroke of the knife, I knew he loved me. It started with my nipples, him telling me how much he loved me and how sexy I would look without them. He touched my face as he did it, cooing and kissing my forehead and telling me how much he loved me. He kissed away every one of my tears ...

Peter did not remember the first time he used the displacement generator. That was how it should be, of course. When used properly, the generator always erased the traces of itself. If it didn't, a person could get tangled up in time, strangled by tethers of conflicting memory. So when he woke ...

We think large. We may be small creatures to you, but our lives extend far beyond the miniscule moments you possess. We think large, and we think long. Have you ever looked at a mosquito, closely? It's a strange shape, all hunched over and crooked. Even by your insect standards, it is a ...

The back of the postcard says "please don't give up." She lives on the seven hundred and thirtieth floor. The elevator takes nineteen minutes to reach the livingfloor, when there is no one else getting on it, which has only happened twice. Otherwise, it takes an extra twenty four seconds at ...

The way she lets her hair flow in the wind keeps me breathless. She twists and turns as the leaves blow past; an endless dance to an endless life. They say it’s the season for wisdom, heralding a season of death to come. That season has long since past and I’m watching her dance in her ...