Jack struggled to remain standing; his knees were wobbling and his head rolled drunkenly from shoulder to shoulder. The meal he had eaten was having a peculiar effect on his body, much like drunkenness, but feeling the effects in the very core of his soul ( Read more... )

As I lie on my back in the field of green grass in this late Summer month, I stare up at the night sky. I Will it so that the harsh greenish glow of civilization is deflected away, and I can witness the multitude of twinkling lights above. I can even see great Mars, turning his baleful red eye towards all who would challenge the ultimacy of his ( Read more... )