A holiday story that ends with the phrase, “put your pants back on.”
A teacher wonders about one of her charges.
Redheads and firestarters.
Pull up a table at the Neil Armstrong Lunar Outpost.
The last remnants of humanity gather under Niagara falls against aliens who can’t get wet.
Under a dried up Niagara Falls, the last remnants of humanity wait.
Wherein people can eat the sun.
A distinct lack of time travel.
My happy place. 🙂
Stephen King? Clive Barker? Ridiculous.
We beat you right!
At Hammermassig Video
Time travelly shenanigans
My Dear John letter to television
How someone who isn’t me might spend their day.
In a world where no one remembers, what if you couldn’t forget?
Alien abductions, and clever daughters.
What’s the deal with the Veldt anyway?
When plants attack. Gradually.
My daughter told me I had to stop killing everyone.
Mining plastic, and a not so subtle dig at Canada’s PM
My solar flare tale. Thanks for the nightmares National Geographic.
Our vanishing heritage, and another subtle dig at our beloved PM
When you can’t pay your student loans, they reposess your education.
Creepy graveyard tale written in the style of a text based adventure game.
A creepy-lovely tale from the excellent Sile Englert.
It was Thursday when he ran over the cat.
Tinky Winky realises the horrible truth.
Bad employees meet bad ends.
The robot apocalypse starts with the bread.
Just add coffee.
It’s 2013. I want my flying car.