Dad is trying to teach me again. “It's really cool, you know,” he says through the dumb beard he's growing now. “You just need to focus, Alice.” God. I am already, Dad! I am! I reach out into the fabric of reality itself or whatever...
Leaning against the bar, Leo spoke into his cell phone. “Yes, sir. Everything’s in place. The tenants will be out by the end of the month.” He waved to the bartender to bring another scotch. “Yes, sir. I’ve bought out those I could and hired some gentlemen to ‘persuade’ the ones who couldn’t decide quickly... Continue Reading →
The shaman’s magic was used to strike down enemies and win tribal wars, but the butterfly keeper had something nobler in mind.
It was 7 a.m. when the dead began to wake, and John had only just finished breakfast.