“I write with knowledge that my mortal span is approaching its endpoint, and that within the lapse of twenty-four hours no breath may further pass my lips.”
The dream, every bit of it came back to him and fear gripped his soul. Surely it must have been a dream.
A third knock gets you out of your desk chair, though you needn’t have bothered; with an evil, splitting crack the door swings open.
“We’ve developed an app that can detect guns.”
It’s been nearly twenty years since she’s passed away, and it’s finally time to tell her story.
I am the sword in the stone, waiting for the rightful king to prove his claim by pulling me free.
I was on one of those endless road trips, where I couldn’t remember where I was coming from or where I was going.
Basically, our problem was this: where and how do we kill him?