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His coming is foretold by the spasm of senses long left unused.

"In darkness His scents waft.
Pumpkin Spice; all is lost"

Deep space is cold and dark, but it's not lonely.
I've got company.
Some are friendly, but these ghosts don't look human.

The scraping sound drags me from my sleep.
I cannot move. I cannot scream.
I COULD, but I'd wake up the cat.
Death can wait.

"Wake up!
It's time to go.
You need to run."

I shake away the remnants of the dream.
I open my eyes to see the city is burning.

Caesar Milan, lycanthrope whisperer.

Nice one

I've always been late. Mom used to say I'd be late for my own funeral. My wife bought me this watch with no face, from a store she can't remember, on a shopping trip to no one knows where. The people trapped within the Dimension of Time are always screaming. They ALWAYS know what time it is. They ca...

It’s not true you know.
Don’t listen to the lies.
They don’t know what’s real.
In space they actually CAN hear you scream.

We discovered this new world the same way as it always happens.
Someone left a tuna sandwich in the microwave overnight.

The Kaiju Next Door was always my favourite bedtime story.
I never dreamed that it would come true!
Oh Baragon I love you!

Today is the day.
The day I finally get to stand up and be the man I was meant to be.
My skeleton arrives today.
Bonesgiving!

The dreams were finally gone.
Sweet sleep came and embraced me for the first time in years.
When I woke I was still in hell.

It’s all over except the waiting.
When your time comes and your number is called, there is nothing left to do except vote.

Bricks and beige, bricks and beige, like bones I’d left behind.
Through my window, the windy city keened its death song.

Andrews approached the altar apprehensively.
Black blood boiled beneath the body.
Alliterative aliens approached.

It had been so long since I tasted freedom.
The flavor of it always made me happy.
Cinnamon, dill, entropy, and bunny fur.

In the long winter following the Great Uplift, the animals moved into our homes.
In the springtime WE were told to leave.

Exile: Day 2245.
Ripley was right.
They’re down there dying, and I’m safe up here.
Nuke it from orbit.
Only way to be sure.

"One day, son, this will all be yours"
I gestured grandly.
He couldn't see the madness that I promised him.
Not yet.
Soon.

There once was a man named Hank.
He decided to rob a bank.
Loaded his cash,
On the boat with a splash,
Then his boat, it sank.

We had talked about it, of course.
Moving back to the homeworld scared me.
Not as much as being left behind though.
Again.