They fall to the floor one petal after another, never hesitating to embrace their everlasting death. Roses have an eternal beauty that their very essence tends to express. How can a being surrounded by a prison of spears grow so fearlessly? Lucky them though, because t...
But the jar was there, just sat in front of us. Filled with smiles. Or more accurately, so it turned out, filled with hallucinogenic chemicals. Since those early days of hedonism, back when we were young, neither of us had had an...
Excerpt from A Dollar a Piece, the novelette by Dawn A. Fuller.
Martin determined many years ago that he could quite happily spend the rest of his days discovering invaluable, rare treasures in the middle of absolutely nowhere for mere pennies.
