I must be in hell.
The touch of the cold, steel blade on my skin, slicing passage into my belly is more than enough to make me scream, cry, and run for the hills. But I can’t because I’m a living corpse, awake and unable to move.
The doctor says, “cut deeper,” and I feel my insides scrambling. This can’t be happening.
I’m supposed to be unconscious.
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My friends and I run onto the driving range, laughing and screaming. Floodlights illuminate the massive raindrops pelting our faces. We can hear the rolling thunder inching closer with every boom. In a remarkable lapse of judgment, I raise my pitching wedge to the sky and yell, “I AM THOR!
My daughter is a genius. No, seriously. Have you heard that our universe is one of an infinite number of universes? Some are almost like ours, but not quite exactly like ours. Others are so strange and fascinating that they are inconceivable. Parallel universes where we all exist, but a
The sky was beautiful the morning I was murdered. I didn’t hear the stranger creep up behind me and separate my head from my body. There was a slight pressure around my neck and then weightlessness as the world spun and the ground moved closer at an alarming speed.
