The Coin Man
It shone. That was what drew his eye. A chrome oblong, no bigger than a pill. He stooped immediately to snatch it from the ground,…
Author: Trent Spaulding
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My Father’s Gun
Before I picked up My Father’s Gun, I didn’t mean much. I knew even less. All I ever owned was an anger that spiraled inside…
Zyrix Memstation: Sold AS IS
She could taste a deep crimson. The Zyrix was still booting, but her senses were already alight and crossed. The effervescence of carbonation on her…