Shoot The Immortal Cat
GET OUT NOW That was what the sign said, anyway. It was attached to the one behind it with plastic ties, in such a way that it could be flipped over to read…
Weaponry As An Equivalent To Intimacy
He knew I wouldn’t shoot him. He knew that I couldn’t. He smirked at me, the exact same smirk he’d given me this morning as he walked out my door. He looked at…
Ball Turret Gunner
Alarm horns cut through REM like a tri-laser through a Kleg attack ship. I sleep in the ball so I don’t have to waste time running or strapping into the hot…