The Bone Desert

They belly-crawled to avoid the lightning, and when the gap between rumbles and flashes quickened, they curled up on their packs. Sand stuck in the dry cracks at the corners of their lips.


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.