by Kenneth Clay
NOTE: This is a first draft of an old version of Book Two. As of writing, I’m writing the second version. So, this is basically nonsense. It’s still cool though, so I’m keeping it up. Chapter One I had spent about three months in...
by Kenneth Clay
AND NOW, A CLOSING TRANSMISSION FROM THE ARCTURUS SYSTEM The machinery hummed and beeped. There were tubes in my nose and I did not know why. I had been in the hospital for the bullet Gretchen put in me. Though I did deal the final blow. I remembered state troopers...
by Kenneth Clay
The fluorescent lights buzzed and hummed overhead. The whole room was a stark white. The television was on, but it played nothing but PBS shows. I laid in bed, eating the hospital’s slop for dinner. My knee was still in pain. James was sat in the chair across...
by Kenneth Clay
Down the canyon and in the grass where insects circled, I laid down. The pain in my knee was bad, to say the least. The old lady could definitely kick. When it happened, I felt the shock and almost passed out. Now it was turning shades of green and purple. “Looks like...
by Kenneth Clay
I was the first one to arrive at the station. Didn’t matter all that much, anyway. I had stayed up all night and got zero sleep. Fuck, what did he say? Time travel had caused all of this, supposedly. I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. But the solution...
by Kenneth Clay
I drove back to the motel in a funk. I was calmer, sure. But I had just been hit by an impossible revelation—and the worst part is that it made sense. I didn’t know what was real anymore. Everything could be an illusion. Or perfection if I looked hard enough....
