As the wind continued to howl and groan through her decaying body, she began to sing her story.

One day, I decided to be an island. I took off my clothes and walked into the sea, then floated there, bobbing along with the tide, suspended by my inflatable tube and water wings.

The gentle pulsing and flickering of stars and nebulae made a kind of music, a sweet easy mesh of whispered tones and sighing harmonies that held him in its force like the earth [holding] the moon.

My hopes for pie died on the sidewalk. There went my grin.

Rebecca woke up with her knees hurting and her fingers ice-cold, and the specifics of her life returned to her as the dream disappeared: weekend, hotel room, Baguio, memory, memory, memory.

With timid curiosity, I asked, “what do you mean the old bodies get reused?

Hades cracked his knuckles on each hand, and the noise was like gunpowder caps exploding in the silence. 'First dish duty,' he mumbled to himself, 'now possessed cowboys. This just isn't my night.

If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better”.

Even in forgetting there is an aspect of recollection, a faded few moments of wispy consciousness clung like webs in high-vaulted chambers, moving ever so lightly with the draft.

Illustration Speaking before the Marion Hobby Club Marion, OH 2013 This writer is looking for an agent.An old adage warns: If you don't know your history, you will be forever condemned to repeat it. Likewise, if you don't know your science fiction, and heed its warnings, you could condemn the Earth to future catastrophe.