an untraceable broadcast between frequencies
I gotta finish these beans. Two years in and I’m running low on supplies. I should have probably stockpiled more, but I knew enough to get what I got. That was good enough to last me until now.
By TB3 years ago in Fiction
The blue screen sears into my wide, naked eyes. My enveloping focus on it shelters me from the phone ringing in my pocket and the youthful giggles of the bulbous, elderly cretin to my left.
By TB3 years ago in Horror