Objects began to merge into one another. The terrifying substratum bubbled up like burning sugar.
At precisely 6AM you are to remove the stanchions. Be sure not to twist the silken guidelines. Under no circumstances twiddle the tension dials.
The houses, tinged green by vines, mold, and weeds, moved slower than humans could perceive, making their way up the street to breeding grounds.
When their identities were revealed the walls cracked and the floor became a dimple of rubble.
“The lid to the second world,” he said, “flaps open then closed, enough for them to get in, but not for you to escape.”
He dug a small hole and piled in the remains, then patted the dirt down neatly. It was satisfying to get things done.
Wichita, I always knew it would be Witchita. The little bones were important, and would be collected.
Markings at the top of the vessel indicated that eschatological warfare had already begun.
Shadows moved along the wall, then scattered, startled by the sudden noise.
The king’s children had always been trained to urinate on the servants.
The archivist confronted the council and demanded immediate access to the town’s dreams.
Despite being unplanned tonight’s transplant extravaganza will continue indefinitely.
The glasses gave her the ability to see into the overlapping spaces. She could best describe it as a weird shade of blue.
We knew there were opportunities, it was only a matter of crafting the correct response. We threaded the apparatus.
It was tall, mantid, and created exclusively to assassinate a single individual.