A fine drizzle fell from the leaden sky, coating the glass partitions of the bus stop. Dampening the usual routine on a weekday morning, bustling lanes of traffic and pedestrians urgently trying to get

It was expensive, but so worth it. Sliding back in the drivers seat, I brushed my fingertips over the central console menu, looking for something entertaining. Not many people drove themselves, not in

There are procedures for this kind of thing, you know. Well, not exactly this kind of thing, but other events close to it I guess. I filed a ERE-3821 (Emergency Reportable Event) as soon as I found out,

Goddamn meddlers. It was bad enough, fighting the vertigo and the unavoidable mind-splitting migraine from being hurled back in time 500 years. And now, so close to the objective, and one of these damn

I was quite drunk. Not in the way that elicits slurred speech and wobbling steps. Just a pleasant hum that was surging through my veins, eroding the mental barrier that prevented me from making a fool

I don't know if this is going to reach anyone. It took me days to get to the datacenter I'm in now. Fighting through waves of enemies, hoping I had decontaminated well enough through the one-person airlock.

Darkness. Red. Feeling urges and the strange desire to scratch my nose. Turning my head to the side, seeing the stars. "You can't rub your nose, you idiot - you're in a helmet.", the mic copied

It was January. They couldn't have moved me far, because the air still had that penetrating cold that winter always brings. Blustery wind against the dark hood over my head, chilling my ears. My legs were

It was probably the third dumbest thing I've ever done. No wait, back up a second. You're probably wondering about the first two. And seeing how I'm here, on my knees with a bloody nose, surrounded by

Everyone had a theory about why the sun stopped shining. All of them, from junior research assistants to nobel prize winners flooded the internet with wild speculations and advanced hasty conjectures on

I couldn't tell who he was, but he certainly wasn't the mailman I was expecting at my door. "You know what the problem with people is don't you? They never change. Sure, you can point to the extremes

I was sitting near the driver, looking around when I caught the reflection of the knife. He was sitting towards the back, twirling the blade, trying to decide who's credit was negative enough for him to

"They should be killing each other right now on the west coast.", the Agent smiled, eager to get things going. It was midnight PST, when the first wave of uncontrolled violence would be unleashed.

It began simply enough. Looking at her picture online, willing myself through the cramped confines of its borders so I could see more detail. Those eyes, her lips. Wistful expression on her face. I wanted

The cold wind fluttered at the edges of my tattered coat, swirling between my knees and chilling me to the bone. December, and the sky was a grey bowl over the city. Walking slowly, I had to keep stopping

Macx knew the first rule, "Never walk like you have a purpose." It wasn't just the motion of your legs, the swinging of your arms and the weight of your pack. Its the moment you are moving forward

So annoying. I'm really getting tired of humanity in general. Its always the same thing, a do-gooder with too much time on their hands comes up with a law, it gets passed somehow into the books. Then I

Please help me. I know you're looking for proof, some kind of evidence that my fate is what I say it is. I don't have the means to provide pictures or video. You're going to have to rely on my personal

Straining metal, years of grit, grime and caked up soil fell from the large doors slowly opening ahead. It had been ages since the first bombs fell, hurled by clandestine satellites formerly believed to

I had left it dormant for far too long. Draped cloths over workbenches and tools, the room silent and dark. When had I last been in here? It was hard for me to recall. I was one of the last, a lowly cleric