Acetabulum
When he injected the dead octopus with the charge, its skin was shattered into a pinwheel of coalescent color. The chromatophores beneath the rubbery tentacles birthed miniature fireworks. And its […]
When he injected the dead octopus with the charge, its skin was shattered into a pinwheel of coalescent color. The chromatophores beneath the rubbery tentacles birthed miniature fireworks. And its […]
The peace between Tiki-Free and her far sister isle, Plutonga, was a tenuous one. For years Plutongan marauders had canoed to the site of the abandoned bridge between Tiki-Free and […]
Assured, apart from crowded pier, she stepped. While jacktars jeered in Macy‘s swinging rigs, I breathed. Then lay my mop beside the mast. What frightful creature beckons, I thought, and […]
In building the bridge that would connect the island town of Tiki-Free with the peninsular colony of Tiki-Bagombo, it was discovered, at a disturbingly late stage of the construction, that […]
That torrid love affair is over, they said, rude noises and all, neither party hungry for more, neither man nor woman still aching, no moonlit window eyed in weary insomnia, […]