A classic horror novel made even better. Literate, dark humor peppers this popular tale of 60s hippies that has been selling since first published in 1992. Greater depth and additional twists add to the fun in this new author’s edition as ill-fated friends making their way between two oceans create their own ocean of blood. Literate, dark humor peppers this popular tale of READ MORE…
Nan has had to leave her peaceful home above what used to be the Arctic Circle for something extraordinarily old-fashioned: a physical meeting with someone in, of all places, a city. If she doesn’t contract a fatal disease first, she might just choke to death on the Rococo holography currently choking Manhattan. And why hasn’t she heard anything from her best friend, Trix? Must READ MORE…
Thanks to stellar advances in longevity, Earth is overrun by Baby Boomers well into their hundreds. Social Security being the stuff of history books, subsequent generations must find some way to put all those Boomers to good use…challenging since few have minds that have survived along with their bodies.But the silver lining is that few can complain about what some of those uses READ MORE…
Gorgeous, and born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth, Veronica Hamilton has never had to interrupt her dreamy sentimentality to question her cultural snobbery or even whether or not that diagnosis of Asperger’s was accurate. But that was before her fabulously wealthy CEO husband framed her for the murders he committed. Now she’s fleeing across READ MORE…
Tendrils of thought…mostly, annoyingly, about skin, since that was what its pre-ultracentrifuge liberated embryonic cell self was supposed to develop into…flitted through its only intermittent consciousness.
What, oh what, have I become?
A human approached, perceivable as a cacophony of sound and smell, but mostly light distortion due to his white lab coat and air displacement proportionate to his width and height. Then it was all about sound because he made a very loud one and suddenly moved farther away.
Another human, this one female, joined him quickly. “What the fuck is wrong with you? That scream sounded like one of the simple cells we’re torturing with our experiments morphed into a monster and… Oh shit!”
It could hear, but not understand. Both the humans were now moving away slowly.
Its consciousness flickered.
Tendrils of thought again: air displacement over skin this time, caused by abrupt twitching as both male and female humans made very loud sounds now. Skin rash from splatterings of some of their internal liquids.
Tendrils of something new: a feeling: satisfaction.
It did something it didn’t fully understand, but it appeared to intensify the twitching and loud sounds.
More satisfaction…so warm…so nice.
Still have to work on thinking less about skin. But what I have become is every bit as sensitive, if not more so, than these humans.
