antichristopher
The jeep rollicked across the sand, spitting clouds into the early sun. The dawn burned like toxic waste across the horizon. The tires froze and the jeep lurched to a stop in the burning valley. Out popped a troop of soldiers who quickly we…
Eugene closed the book and yawned. He stared at the cover. A man floating through space, giving birth to a tentacled child through a slit in his forehead. The title was "Third EyeDeas." He laughed a little and shoved the book into his backp…
The observation deck looked like Christmas. The screens flickered blankets over Dale and Brock, who lounged in their rolling chairs, eating chicken wings, drinking beer. Dale tossed Brock an unNatural Lite and cracked one open for himself.…