The Armada (Day 25)
Countless ships blinked into existence, filling the infinite blackness with oblong gray shapes. My targeting computer went wild trying to count them…
The Duke's Dolls
I’m not your doll. I’m not your doll. I’m not your doll! “Put your arms up, sweetie.” The woman in front of me crooned, her red eyes glittered. I obediently…