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Echoes of the Mind

"Does it hurt to die?" I asked Mike one day.
"Yeah, it does." he admitted. "At least, it did for me, I
can't speak for anybody else."
"Is it real bad?" I pressed the matter, a bit
uncomfortably.

Everything's Gonna be All Right

I woke in the middle of the night and I was cold.
I was shivering, my teeth were chattering, my flesh felt
like it was being torn off my bones and frozen solid.
It was the middle of summer.

The End

מדע בדיוני

...I mean, it's not like I didn't wish the world would end
sometimes. Sure, it happened now and then. But I also wished
money would grow on trees, women would walk around topless
and that the government would someday legitimize Mary
Jane...

The Sight

That's not my blood, Dana thinks as she looks at the
spreading, reddish pool. Her next thought is: of course it
is. And the next: no, it can't be.
The floor is cold and hard beneath her chin, and glaringly
white. Her head aches.