Brains… Brains by Gary Siebel
Here at the Department for Zombie Control we must confess to being mystified in regards to the recent zombie takeover…
Here at the Department for Zombie Control we must confess to being mystified in regards to the recent zombie takeover…
Magic Carpet Ride Whirling and dancing; it was a magic carpet ride. Mounting to the sun, the carpet twists and…
The promise of February was the soft green below my feet. Cool cement kissed my bottom, and hands fell through…
“I need your help, man. Gimme that.” John Coree yanked the plastic, half-gallon bottle of Dark Eyes…
There is an old parable about a man in a lighthouse, but I have forgotten how it goes. It begins,…
FADE IN: INT. PARKING GARAGE – LOT – NIGHT A fluorescent light flickers over the trunk of a car. CAMERA…
I could have laid my head against real silk, and not known the difference; her dark chocolate hair splashed over…
We are the villains in this story. We are the ones that you don’t want to meet. Men and women…
FOR THIS SEQUENCE WE ARE IN MA’S SCHIZOPHRENIC MIND: INT. HOSTEL BATHROOM – LATE NIGHT (MA’S MIND) We’re in a…
29 In the morning Don woke on Sarah’s couch, eased from sleep by eggs scrambling, sausage sizzling, and coffee…