THE SUN ROSE pale and cold over McGregor’s Farm. As the icy air was sliced through with ribbons of golden light, a ragged scarecrow fluttered in the weak morning breeze. Chunks of rotten straw dangled limply from the cuffs of a faded blue jacket whose shiny brass buttons had long since dropped to the earth. [...]
“The Sufaar flagship is closing in fast, Captain,” shouted Commander Tokunbo over the groan of the hull shuddering as the ship’s shields failed to fully deflect a barrage from the enemy’s gamma gun. Captain Deathblade rose and stared at the rear view screen. A menacing slice of a ship was gaining on them. The Sufaar [...]
The following is a work of anti-fan fiction, demonstrating how the Twilight series should have ended. Go to like, page 558 of Book 2 and stop reading here: “I was immersed momentarily in his golden gaze. It wasn’t hard to understand what I’d missed in the conversation. The only thing that Jacob would want from [...]
“This car has OnStar,” Edmund complained, breaking the long silence since the four had leaped from a dumpster, dashed to the parking lot, and stolen the first car they saw with four new tires and a decent steering system. He leaned forward and pointed at the dash of the car they had stolen from the [...]
“Picture is up!” the Assistant Director called out. “Quiet.” A nervous hush fell over the set. The Assistant Director’s eyes slowly panned across the room. Everyone stared back like frightened deer. The boom operator’s arms tensed and he swallowed in fear, willing the microphone not to pick up any unwanted sound. The Third Assistant Director [...]
“Eddie.” The sound had no effect, as if it were the distant sound of caterers setting up lunch. It had no meaning. “Eddie.” A vague flicker of familiarity tugged at Edmund’s mind, but not enough to help him connect the sound he was hearing to the idea that it was his name. “Eddie. Wake up, [...]
“At what point do I get to find out what we are doing?” Edmund asked. They were sitting in the least conspicuous vehicle they owned— a silver BMW 328i— parked in front of a drab apartment building in Atwater Village. Jane shushed him. She refocused the binoculars she was holding and strained to look through [...]
