Last Dance
I closed my eyes and visualized the plan. It was a dancer’s trick; I was once a member of my Commune’s dance team. Going back in time to kill a murderer was a…
Separation Between Research and Practicality
The Commune fell apart after just two months. Between comments like “Ew! Jake, go put your clothes back on! We are NOT that type of commune!” and “Laurel, shut…