I was handed an antique train ticket. 1902. I don’t know who gave it to me, or why. One minute, I was walking, and the next, I had a ticket and a whisper; “go there”. Continue reading “Antique Train Ticket”
“Don’t you move a muscle,” said the voice as something hard pressed into the small of Nicholas’s back. “You’re gonna empty your pockets, nice and slow.” Continue reading “Help”
It happened so suddenly. One second, they were traveling along the FTL stream, heading back to Earth, and the next they were out of it and the emergency inertia dampeners were engaging. Continue reading “Lost. Hungry.”
The elevator dings and the doors open. I get in and press 8, top floor of our little office building. Only a few weeks on the job and I’ve already learned that the place isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s the regional headquarters for a big tech company, though I’d rather not say which. Sounds pretty good, right? Turns out, our office exists mainly for tax purposes, so we aren’t what you would call “important” to the mothership. They bought an office building and staffed us. We have actual work to do, sure, but it’s mostly the boring busywork that the “thinkers” at the mothership don’t want to do. It’s boring, but it’s a job, and it doesn’t pay too bad either. Continue reading “The Office Copy Machine”
Left foot. Right foot. Left again. Over and over. In reality, it’s not far, but when you’re walking to the gallows where you’ll be hanged, it’s an eternity. Step after step, guards on either side, fear mounting with every step. Maybe you wonder if it wouldn’t be better to make a run for it. Let them shoot you, get it over with? Continue reading “My Last Moments”
There’s only one Olive Garden, but it has a thousand doors. I always thought it was just a saying, a joke that people made about how every Olive Garden looked the same, but it’s not. It’s literally one, single restaurant. I found that out the hard way.