Life was hard on the stairs leading into the pit. But the screams below were worse, and the light above was frightening, so he made do as best he could.…
It had been easier, once, to just lie about having a wife. Better than trying to explain why he didn’t. Or ask why he should. More and more, the people…
Would it be better if he just stopped breathing? He tried sometimes, in the still of the night, but it was as hard as just choosing to stop should be.…
We made camp just over a thousand metres down. At least, according to the instruments, but I think Paul is the only one who believes those anymore. Just over halfway…
No one stood waiting on the platform to see him off. The rocket might have been the only pillar separating the grey concrete and sky. Once he removed it, there…
The train passed by only at night, when those still awake were becoming desperate for sleep and those asleep were looking about the dark, lost halls of their strangest dreams.…
No one alive could say how long the city had been turning, or if it might be possible to stop it. Certainly there were those who had tried. Couldn’t it…