Spooky Stories- Chris "Bug"
"Had that dream again. So far down, so deep under the water, a place you don't recognize, can't ever really know in person..."
Gerald got eaten. Something ancient and primal, from deep under the ocean, dissolved him into itself. But, it couldn't consume his mind. Now, he has control of... whatever it is. He even looks like himself. But is he really in control, and how long can he maintain this uneasy alliance?
Gerald got eaten. Something ancient and primal, from deep under the ocean, dissolved him into itself. But, it couldn't consume his mind. Now, he has control of... whatever it is. He even looks like himself. But is he really in control, and how long can he maintain this uneasy alliance?
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Personal SpaceAmmon has "sensory issues", according to the school counselor. When things get hectic, he tends to get more overwhelmed than the other kids. So Mr. Lichtor taught him how to make a little quiet space in his mind to help him cope. But Ammon really ran with the idea. Somehow, he can duck into a little pocket dimension, outside of our space and time, to think through his problems - and he's quickly learning how to use it to do so much more.
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EmpathyShe can't remember a time when all she felt were her own feelings. Somehow, she made it through childhood without getting drugged or institutionalized. She even made it to her mid-twenties without doing anything crazy. But then one day, she witnessed an accidental death. She felt his mind dissolve in a sea of meaningless static. And she was hooked.
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Hard ScienceFive friends who just liked to get together and game get sucked into the newly emerging world of genetic alteration. Suddenly, the choices - and the science - get real and hard.
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ShadowboxerShe swings at the empty air, at the darkness. Nothing's there. But somehow, she connects. I know I hear it, that fist-on-face sound.
Alone, in her private little state mental ward lockup, our resident shadowboxer abuses the empty air like it said something unforgivable about her mother. But every now and then, at lunch, or when she's going back into her room, or when we talk, I get a glimpse of her knuckles. Sometimes they're bruised. Something's not right here. |