Tag: Fiction

It sucked. The poor excuse for a marketplace on the outskirts of the space-floating rock that was Ghorhall always sucked. But today it had gripped on tight, sucking hard, with a vengeance. And Haamos Klim was up to his third eye with it.

…the potential glory, the cheering crowds… Being a part of the experience bellowed sweet, hot fire within him. What could possibly be better in this sad, finite existence?

Freak accident, the newscasts had labeled it. Once in a thousand TIRDs, one headline had said. A-Bout Time was the one that firmly stuck with Kottlieb.

How’s that for a title?