The colony played the game until their ears bled. Each time they restarted, they were certain they would win.
“The least subtle things will always win,” he said just before pressing the button.
The river was a somber reminder, the ships that sailed on it were a conciliation.
“Simon, I insist you allow us into the basement. We’ll start the search there, then proceed to the lake house, family tomb and finally the fishpond.”
She held up a small vial full of what looked like gray sand. “This is all that’s left,” she said.
The sounds in The Wood were different, as if the world had suddenly shifted an octave.
When they were kids they were followed by a UFO, each time they’d thrown rocks at it until it went away.
“The search heuristic is simple,” the sheriff said, “we dredge the swamp, then we dredge it again. We dredge until we can’t dredge no more.”
Bakers from the entire county arrived in time for the interrogation and subsequent trial.
The body was brought up from the river on a hook, policemen grasping at it. “Get your hands off me,” it said.
Three small toggle switches were found on the back of the neck. One was up, two were down.
“I am entirely committed to total withdrawal.” The only thing they saw from the car were trees.
Only after they bought the house did they realize they’d once been there, a long time ago.
The florist was not welcome to the party, especially after what had happened in the greenhouse.
There was no way down. There was no way up. And they were hungry.