Mars

Mars

Mars by Garon Whited I strapped on the scuba tank and tested the valve.  There was the faintest of hissing sounds as the tank leaked a thin stream of air into the helmet.  I already had the temperature-control spells on myself and on the air tank, but a little...
Leisel

Leisel

The woman fell when pushed, her hands outthrust to take the brunt of the impact with the flagstones.  She raised her head and tossed black hair back from her face to glare at the man atop the dais. “You’re making a terrible mistake.” The man smiled, mirthlessly.  One...

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