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Lava Pouring from the SkySo there I was. On a mountain somewhere northeast of here. It was pitch black outside, actual time unknown. The sky was hidden by clouds, so I had to stay on top of this mountain.
The sky lights up bright red. I look to my left and see what looks like lava pouring from the sky. It was falling onto some industrial building that I never noticed before.
I finally notice that the lava-like substance is coming from this massive alien vehicle that's just peeking out of the clouds. This thing was monstrous. Just throwing lava onto this industrial building. It was beautiful. I take a picture with my phone.
Taking advantage of the illuminated sky, I head south and see more of these alien spacecraft. One is absolutely beautiful and looks almost alive, and others bear a stunning resemblance to a Metroid. They've crowded around a strange looking building. I head towards them out of pure curiosity.
They do me no harm. Are they unmanned, or actually alive and not harming me for whatever reason? Not
Is it love?Is it Love? (Or is it... MEMOREX?!)
Carved with the chisel of the gods.
Nothing more perfect.
A face of nothing you've ever seen,
I'm lost in beauty.
The definition of flawless
If only they would come to me.
Eyes of amber.
Face pale white.
As beautiful as
a tiger in the night.
I look in the mirror
and see this person of mine.
And I believe
that I'm in love for the very first time.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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