There was a time when things were weightless. Yes, it’s true. There existed a place without drag upon the senses.
The hawk circled high on the warm updrafts from the garden below. His keen eyes scanned the ground closely, searching
“How long is this supposed to take?” the smaller one asked the bigger one. “As long as it takes,” the
“Wait, she actually bit it.” Mr. Silver adjusted the optics in his main eye, zooming in on a woman chewing
Apples bear a strange weight in the culture of the physical world, heavier than the satisfying bulk of one held
In the death-hour of the morn, a wind bringing gray awareness swept through the scrub oak forest of Anastasia Island.
The word. That’s all it took: one simple command and humanity, its landfills, the dinosaur bones, the platypus, and what
Gralius tugged at the tip of his pointy head, waiting for the decision. It had only been a few seconds