The Eighth Plague, Pt. I

On summer evenings, Millie would stand on the porch and stretch out her hands, gripping the horizon from end to end. Her home was on a small hill, the only hill for miles, and she fancied herself the Queen of Iowa. Wind would gust through her hair, grass would rustle, and as lights turned on … Continue reading The Eighth Plague, Pt. I

Out of Bounds

It was around 3:59 on a Tuesday evening when Franny decided she was done with this time bullshit. Not that it mattered anymore — after all, time was an invention of the human race, governed by the rotation of a rock around some gas and, more recently, bits of matter falling apart. She sat in … Continue reading Out of Bounds