Dear Indigo, It’s Marissa Flores. I’m writing you tonight because I couldn’t sleep. A year ago, you skipped away to wherever you are now. I hope one day you’ll see this, which is why I never say goodbye. I almost… Continue Reading
“Once a year like clockwork, eh, Frankie?” Doctor Herbert smiled. Frank nodded. “Better safe than sorry, Doc.” The office was the same as ever: white walls, cold metal chairs, thin-mattress bed, sturdy wooden desk. The only difference was the strange… Continue Reading
The brilliant mad inventor Tarantula Turnbull built herself a robotic man, for all the wrong reasons. She called him Adam Mann, but it came out like, “A Damn Mann.” She hated men, but she admired their sleek power and cunning,… Continue Reading
I was exhausted after slaving over the petri dish for eighteen hours. Though I’d injected 783 different liquid compounds into the gooey, greenish-white clump of mashed potatoes, it refused to transform into an elephant embryo. It sat there doing nothing,… Continue Reading
“I came all the way down here, about to do something, but now, for the life of me, I can’t remember what it was.” “Strange, Ed,” said Dr. Phelps, who was lying on a fold-out lawn chair, “I’ve just experienced… Continue Reading