...the room remained silent. The first to speak would surely bear the brunt of Peng’s impending wrath. His rage could flare up a herpes...

Pedro’s head detached from his cephalothorax and spun towards the ceiling in a whirling dervish. Upward it went, spinning, decelerated,...

I am a new writer currently working on my first sci-fi novel. This is also my first blog. I decided to start writing after twenty years...