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Fried brains and Sam

Being whizzed through realities in a trillion tiny pieces at the speed of thought is an indescribable experience. Think about it for a moment and…


Sacred Portal

Nothing is stable . . . Not a thought, nor whim, nor prayer. Too many inexpressible feelings. I stomp the ground. Ahh there it is…






Fried brains and Sam

I vanished once before — when I was first given my place in Heaven. Despite my babbling fear, the young man who processed me was…


Dr. Know

Two weeks in a row; you mammalian malcontents are killing me. My date from last week, the dashing barn owl, took one sniff of me…



Dramatization!

The quill quivered between Thomas’ shivering fingers as he wrote his final lines. Years of translating, compiling and composing left him within striking distance of…