Matt Franklin white knuckled the steering wheel and pursed his lips into the rearview mirror. The garage door was a turd and if it took any longer to open, he was going to asphyxiate on a carbon monoxide and rage cocktail. At the three-quarter mark he slammed the car into... Read more →

The day Matt decided to dispense with the new frames was an unmitigated disaster and not something he could blame entirely on the worm. It lurked in the cradle of the soft spot at the back of his head, playing possum and biding its time. He felt it creeping around... Read more →

Laura did not want to go to Reed, but he was the most likely person to take her seriously. She also knew he'd jump at the chance to help. That was another thing; the first time Laura and Matt had a real conversation, the situation with Reed came up. Matt... Read more →

Matt would have turned his desk to the window except the Bloodhounds were six cubes from his office and they had two fulltime bodies dedicated to trolling for protocol breaches. He’d been on their hot list for three years. Turning his desk was not an option. As documented in the... Read more →

At the beginning of October, ninth grade students were told they'd be participating in 'bring your son or daughter to work week'. Afterward, they'd have one week to turn in a six-hundred-word essay. Sam wrote six-hundred-word essays in her sleep; twenty-five hundred was her current limit. The problem with having... Read more →

Laura blew. The team crawled over each other to the other side of the table before Laura accidentally (it would be an accident, right?) severed someone’s carotid artery. None of them had witnessed a Laura explosion, but the speculation had been colorful. Sam, on the other hand, was astonished. In... Read more →

"...and it's just a box of rain I don't know who put it there, mumble mumble if you need it or leave it if you dare, and it's just a box of rain or a mumble mumble for your hair, such a long, long time to be gone and a... Read more →

The news of Margaret's pretty box, that contained something Delta really didn't care to think about, traveled fast. They smacked a TS label on it but didn't try to take it away. Margaret and Dr. Evans came up with an acronym, which made it look and sound official enough to... Read more →

Coop took the podium. In his larger-than-life Men in Black outfit, he was Tommy Lee Jones, circa 1997. In the interest of personal safety, he did not wear his glasses in the building. Glasses had a way of vanishing and suddenly reappearing at AO. He didn’t give a shit today,... Read more →

Had it been Matt, the Volvo parked in front of the garage door would have been toast. Laura killed the engine, left the lights on, and got out of the car. Sam was right on her heels. She could hear Marty struggling to get Jeffry out of his booster seat.... Read more →