You’ll sense the chill air of your prison, the sting and burning odor of lasers on flesh, the scorching heat of fires, the blunt impact of falling or thrown objects, and even the weight of your inventory.

Forever Baby

Maybe all children stop growing up at some point, and then start up again. Like a plant hibernating in the cold.

Pacman’s Ghosts

Pacman thought Blinky was his friend until Blinky bit into his shoulder, and nothing was the same after that.


At five o’clock in the morning, Tim told himself that it was time to go to bed and get some sleep. Tim still had two solid hours before he had to wake up for work.

Ten Years a Statue

You, so lifelike, are auctioned off to the highest bidder, a very rich man. The treasure hunters keep your wife, to let her accumulate in value, to sell at a later date.