Food for Thought

“Lights out!” said Dad, “The AI is about to start feeding.” It was always the same: just when I was … More

The Keeper

Light is death ‘Don’t go toward the light.’ That was why lighthouses were built. The light was death on rocks; … More

The scene of the incident was nothing I hadn’t seen dozens of times before, but I never lost that spike … More

Graveyards of idiots I reached a moment of pure honesty on the morning of the eve of my fifty-fifth birthday. … More

I had damaged myself. The blood was caked about my hand and wrist and had made the cuff of my … More

I loved my holidays. They were the only times I cared about, to be brutally honest. They were also the … More