He didn't want to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, but, well, it was Christmas.
Come over here and peek through this electron microscope. You see that speck on the left antenna of that mite? Increase the magnitude. Now, look closer. What did I tell you.
Coffee... Beans. Lime... Sherbet. Vanilla... Sky. Autumn... Leaves. Mint... Currency. Rain... Dance. Money... Nothing. Dr. Sheridan seemed frustrated. He turned up the voltage and
Erica Squidmore lived in lavish but empty luxury far from the seaside shanty of her marriage -- murder charges cleared and ghosts banished, but still haunted by her late husband's
Quantum Gent exiled himself from the Cosmos after a stray thought had turned Galaxy X32 into a whirlpool of dead suns. For the sake of existence itself he had to sort out
Angus had never considered the ramifications of the chemicals in his favorite degreaser before. Spray, wipe, spray, wipe. He'd done it so many times he often woke up from a dead
Ipswich was the closest station to the little, ramshackle cottage Lorna's aunt called "home". A thatched roof that seemed to leak even on sunny days and a damp smell of mildew
Perhaps yea well perhaps I should have but, you know, I'm not some kind of, you know, and anyway, where were you? Where were you when this was all going on and it all happened?
Prince Chastain summoned us to his council room, under a card table draped with blankets. Electric candles flickered in the corners as we crowded in. A larger venue
