The Stuff We Forget

memory is eternal

Category: The Last Frontier


I managed several miles from the tower until it was nothing more than a shape in the horizon looking back. Nights are longer in Earth that wasn’t Earth anymore, and its cold. Very cold. Read the rest of this entry »


The Thing that Flew at Night

I woke up in the middle of the night, and I immediately knew something was wrong. The fire was out even though I had piled dirtweed a bit before dozing off, and my rifle was missing. Amira was missing too, but she was the least of my problems. Read the rest of this entry »

Worse than Bleeders

“Fuck this, Stan. Do something!”, Amira yelled. She was backing away slowly from me as the big bleeder turned its head into our direction and let out a low, growling moan. Read the rest of this entry »

Idle Times

“Now, Stan. Now’s not the time to be feeling generous.”
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