“Damn it, Anne,” Henry said slamming the brakes. “Where’s the map.” “Why are you snapping at me?” “Because the truck’s low on gas and the road’s turned into a trail. Give me the map.” “Here.” “I can’t believe you brought us to this bum shit mountain forest. This place is a hole”, Henry said before…
Reading Grandpa’s Mind
From: Dr. Christian Knight <CKnight@NIDS.org> Sent: Monday, May 7, 2035 9:00 AM To: Clara Smith <Rainbowgirl23@cmail.com> Subject: With respect to your request filed on April 30, 2035 Hello Clara, First, we are sorry for your loss. Your grandfather was a great man. We understand why you would want to know what went through his mind…
What’s been; what’s coming
I started telling stories as soon as I could put sentences together. In one of my oldest memories, I’m six years old, and standing in front of my parents. They were seated, and I’d just finished telling them a story. It had everything: a heroic main character, a sequence of supernatural events, and a twist…