Flashes of Speculation

Every Two Hours - Agnes Dee

GET UP. Randall struggled to his feet, the scars on his back and legs stretching. New and old, they hurt when he had to move. The bugs pinched at him with sharp mandibles, prodding him through the doorway of the cave. He pulled the rags he wore around his shoulders. It was cold today. MOVE. TIME [...]

Babelwiki - Agnes Dee

“You know what some televangelist said the other night?[...]

Ten Little Einsteins - Agnes Dee

Ten baby Einsteins lay sleeping in a giant modular crib.