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January 16, 2012. Klakzkrig. ​Exhausted, I was sprawling face-down in bed, feeling like I’d been dragged through a combine harvester and then forced to plow the rest of the field by hand. The day had been ...

If you are reading this, then I am more than likely dead. I want you to understand something before you read any further. I am not a dramatic person. I am not the kind of man ...

Memories are fragile, but a photograph lasts forever. That’s why I never went anywhere without my DSLR. I needed to capture everything—the old hardwood floors of our house, the strange, keyhole-shaped pupils of our matching eyes, ...

FILE 2.8 [Ted Stokes] - The 'TDC' Experiment - 01/26/1992Note: The following text was found on a notepad in the now-destroyed 'AFM' base in central Idaho, and is presumed to have been written by Ted Stokes, ...

People at work call me the ‘Ninja Nurse’.I didn't hate the nickname at first. There's something almost dignified about it. Ninjas are disciplined and precise. They’re quick, and they move without being seen. If you're going ...

Age 2 Garuk could not have been more than twenty months when his first memory took root, and even then it came back to him in fragments, the way the earliest kind of memories always do ...

Everyone remembers something different from the Windows XP era. Some remember Club Penguin. Others remember LimeWire. I don't remember any of that. I remember Bonzi. I remember being around 8 years old and getting my first ...

The rain hit my bedroom window like a handful of gravel, throwing distorted shadows across the walls. It was just past midnight. The four of us—Caitlyn, Jade, Serena, and I—were huddled together in a fortress of ...

Brookings, Curry County, Oregon.December 2019. My colleague had been missing for a week. He’d been isolating himself for days, ignoring my calls, and even our inner circle of friends hadn’t heard a word from him. I ...

Spring had arrived with the aroma of cherry blossoms, gentle zephyr, peace and lots of greenery..Occasionally a short, gentle and warm rain..A neighborhood in a splendid area, where most of them were characters with a lot ...

A lot of people remember that movie. The one with Mike Myers playing as Dr. Seuss’s most famous character. The Cat in the Hat. It was one of those films you watched once as a kid, ...

Read Part One here (Author’s Note: These stories are meant to be read in reverse order of the zodiac, so this chapter comes first, though it deals with Scepi, the Keeper of the Fishes’ Dagger and ...

The tornado wasn’t the first thing I noticed. It was the silence. Every morning, I drove the same stretch of freeway just after sunrise. The traffic was predictable. Brake lights. Coffee cups. Morning radio. Semi-trucks drifting ...

The bloody throne hall stank of wet iron and rot, and at the heart of it sat Kortul. She had taken her tusks years ago, ground the stumps smooth so that nothing of the common orc ...

The comment was buried so deep under my latest video that I almost missed it. Try Dimer Ridge. Nobody comes back alone. No likes or replies. Not even a profile picture attached to the account. Just ...

There was a time when people paid attention to facts, to warnings. Not that you have a way to fix what others are breaking, but you can try to straighten, run, hide or stay and fight, ...

A book swiftly closed with a loud thump, and I turned around to toss it towards the pile. I stopped for a moment, admiring the never-ending tower of journals that came before it. A thousand pages ...

The cold winter air whipped past the buildings as thousands of people trudged through the snow-covered streets. The tall buildings cast long, imposing shadows over the citizens as they went about their last day on Earth ...

Elsie stood on the front steps of the mall, her brunette hair waving in the wind as she gazed at the fading storm, the clouds illuminated by the sunset. The air still smelled of petrichor and ...

The roman forum was beautiful. The painted marble gleamed in the spring sun and there was a breeze fluttering through the trees. Great flowers climbed the concrete buildings and flowered with all the colours of the ...

Ilza walked at the center of the line, where the others could keep her between them. She was young for an elf, not yet into the fullness of her years, and it showed in the unfinished ...

Waylan stood in the dim light of the early morning, his truck parked at the edge of a forgotten dirt road. He bent down and laced up his knee-high snake boots, pulling the strings tight to ...

October 3rd The police are calling it a "behavioral crisis cluster," because they don’t have a better word for a statistical impossibility.It landed on my desk at the Federal Center for Disease Control this morning. I’ve ...

Read Part One here Read Part Two here “You can’t fight what you can’t see or hear.” – Marion Strickler “For good to have any chance, there needs to be something pure.” – William Rayne “Beware ...