Gregory Roberts-Gassler
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Hellions
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Sound depends on vibrations and so requires a medium, like air or water. If you're on a ship, in a pressurized air cabin, the vibrations hit your ear and your brain interprets the sound as the other people in the cabin screaming for their lives, as they will when they're in that much pain.
By Gregory Roberts-Gassler2 years ago in Fiction
That Phantom Touch
It should never be a sunny day when you're holding a funeral. Yet here they were, barely a cloud in the sky and the sticky heat of early autumn in Savannah. Not the weather to be wearing black, yet there she stood as the coffin descended.
By Gregory Roberts-Gassler2 years ago in Horror
Monday Night in the Uncanny Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, they usually only came in on Thursdays. Thursday was Bingo night and dragons always thought that meant darts, for some reason. Lots of confused screaming ensued, but it was all in good fun. Until Hazmat the bartender's fake eye inevitably popped out of his skull and everyone was cut off until they found it again. Thursdays were weird.
By Gregory Roberts-Gassler2 years ago in Fiction