Gradually, Houdini slipped out of his handcuffs. He unshackled his legs and wriggled out of his straitjacket. He was ...

Slowly it built, piece by piece. The atoms of its essence compiling line after line, upwards and outwards, exploding ...

"Big wheels keep on turnin'..." Paul's hands beat on the steering wheel in time with Lynyrd Skynrd as he drove down t...

Her home lay behind her. And the aurora ahead. It would be cooler in the north, as it was in the far south. She could...

Pollution is an artist and poison is a poet Death is the brightest of colors Noise is the sweetest song Pollution w...