I am volunteering for service as a test subject in your program. I recognize that this may be a problem, given that no one outside of your university is supposed to know your project exists.
“Which would you rather have?” asked Sondra as she adjusted the World War II blackout shade in her upstairs bedroom.
“Take me to where people go when they die.” Clarion extended his homemade tickets in his scuffed hands. The people at the front of the bus laughed nervously;
I framed the scene before me with care—a task governed by inches, angles, shadows, and depth—and clicked the shutter button down, breathing in deeply.
The man didn’t know who had miscalculated the amount of food to store, him or the boss, but it really didn’t matter at this point. His animals were eating each other to survive.
As it happens, purgatory is located in a Hilton in Columbus, Ohio. More specifically, in conference room 2C, right next to the escalators and down the hall from the wedding venue.
The smell was half the reason he liked it so much.