The Rest of Your Mice

Colton took a fourth unlabeled bottle down from the shelf, this one filled with a golden liquid.  "You’re right," he said, "I...

Sharon hesitated, trying to figure out the best way to extricate her foot from the snarl of undergrowth she had tangled it in without fallin...

"Humor me for a second," Jessie said as she perched herself on the corner of my desk. "Tell me everything you know about the ...

The flash of light nearly gave me a heart attack - I'd been working on my invention for nine hours straight and if there had been an ele...

When you've got Chrono-dysplasia you lose track of time a lot, but based on my personal notes I think it's been almost four years si...

I'm writing this on my phone, hunched over a table in a Nebraska Starbucks, so please forgive me for any typos. My laptop is about a tho...

A little background: Pretty much as soon as I turned eighteen I started saving up for a house, I guess just because it was a thing I felt li...

"Hello, Jack." It's me. Maybe from the future? I look a little heavier, a little more worn somehow. It has to be a prank. Tim...

"Going behind enemy lines" is what we called it. My squad and I arrived together, with no supplies or weapons. Last I remembered w...

"It's just a little... undignified," he says. I nod, not really to agree but just to fill the gap in the conversation. I don...