short stories The Message She was always coming up with crazy ideas, but this was the one that was going to get us all killed. And when I say, 'all,' I mean all of us. Every last living thing on the planet. It started one evening while we were all sitting around the
short stories The Flash We knew it was coming. There was nothing we could do about it. Nothing but sit and wait. There was no time to run. Even if there was time, where would we go? It was the same everywhere; nowhere was safe. At least we had each other. We heard the
