Acritical
Willard checked the readings again. The seismograph didn’t show signs of misuse, nothing faulty in the connecting cables. The room was a stable temperature; sometimes humidity or a shift to […]
Willard checked the readings again. The seismograph didn’t show signs of misuse, nothing faulty in the connecting cables. The room was a stable temperature; sometimes humidity or a shift to […]
Are you acquainted with the Mollers? They’re quite fashionable. Doug Moller, you see, is quite the bon vivant. He works for that very big, very chic new hardware-software giant – […]
It was a very old anchor was on the bow of the Lady Johanna. Morley, the cabin boy, liked to look at it when he got a moment away from […]
It was the early ’60s. 2162, as I recall. The Petersons had just purchased a sleek little number, a black aciform skyrocket, and Hernan Peterson parked it proudly on the […]
I once knew a woman who lived on 22nd Street. She was alone for most of her life. Men had come and gone, and she had loved them sadly in […]