Previously “That shit show could have gone better,” Lydia said when their van finally pulled into the old Brighton lab loading garage. “No kidding,” Cynthia struggled to say, her mangled face still … Continue reading Post Scriptum II
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The Fury of the S.O.S. Previously Cynthia reached for her spare knife and easily cut the cord that was strangling her. She landed on her feet and rubbed her … Continue reading Nobody and the S.O.S. (12)
Oblivion (6)
Previous Parallel 12: Jungle Earth “I love you, Emilio,” she said. “That’s weird,” Emilio replied. “Why?” “I love you too.” She slapped his arm, grinning. “Pendoha. One of these … Continue reading Oblivion (6)
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The Price of Heroism Previously “I never realized how fun fighting a statue would be. You don’t bleed out, you don’t faint from exhaustion; you’re just a non-stop party!” … Continue reading Nobody and the S.O.S. (11)
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Counter/Offensive Previously The drones landed near a copse of trees with a thud. “What the fuck just happened?” Lydia asked. “Drone is down. I’m blind!” Theo cried. “Damn it!” … Continue reading Nobody and the S.O.S. (10)
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Breaking Eggs and Making Lemonade Previously Nobody’s face went pale. Marble Maiden didn’t like that at all. “Who’s on the phone?” she asked. Nobody held a finger to his … Continue reading Nobody and the S.O.S. (9)
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The Mt. Rushmore of Mallory Castille Previously Mallory collapsed near the weeping willow. The house was empty, family was summering in Europe, so they had the backyard to themselves. Nobody … Continue reading Nobody and the S.O.S. (8)
