Somnambulist opening

You’re not supposed to dream in cold sleep. It’s one of the first things they tell you. You’re not frozen, per se. Things just happen very slowly. Like the counting of the numbers. “75 … 74”. The light is blinding, searing my dry eyeballs. I squeeze them shut again. That’s another lie they tell you.Continue reading “Somnambulist opening”

Worm – Short Story Excerpt

He pulled himself to his feet in stages, taking breaks to hug his knees and give himself a whispered pep talk. He’d torn his shin and warm liquid pooled in his sock. He couldn’t see the far edge of the cavern, only a few glittering rocks far below. The pounding of the waterfall was likeContinue reading “Worm – Short Story Excerpt”