In Bensonville, no one plans for a career as an assailant; it just sort of happens the way one catches a cold or loses their keys. Most of our forests have burned, the ore is gone, and recycled material is worth its weight in gold. None of this compares to the double-digit unemployment rate or…
I was stuck in front of the mirror, running late. Mark had already been shed, his work clothes tossed on the ground, and in the mirror his short perma-bedhead had grown into Hailey’s shoulder-length curls. Hailey’s basics emerged soon after, Mark’s stout musculature slithering and softening into the proper proportions: C-cups and hips, and enough…
1. Having just successfully invented teleportation, you’ll take a moment to admire your own skill in miniaturizing the Wearable Teleportation Initiator Device, or WTID (you’re still workshopping the name), to the size of a jellybean. You will literally pat yourself on the back for a job well done because, aside from your cat Quark, no…
Jim kept his head down, kept walking. Ignored the familiar shadowed entrance of the bar. He didn’t need it. He didn’t. A block later, it was there at the periphery of his vision again. The bar only appeared to those who craved what it served. And tonight, the air was freezing, his exposed nose and…
