Everyone wants happy ever after. Especially for Cinderella.
He looked down at his gear and tried to make sense of this. What could happen in a month to change the anonymous city into a little village?
“Sir, we have an intruder.”
IMAGINE a dark rectilinear hole. Descending parallel lines.
The air was still and tense. The National Mall had been cleared of all civilians, except for the press.
Mommy doesn’t understand. She tells me monsters aren’t real.