“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.” Edgar Allen Poe In this chapter, we will explore

sunlight awakens the slumbering couch bringing to a boil its simmering rage likewise the carpet, the tables and chairs on

I never pictured it might come to this. My mother stands steadily in the doorway, bearing a pistol at any

In the dark, I see the glowing red face peeking out from the closet in the corner. It taunts me

Mission Control looks just like it does in the movies. Lines of desks aimed at giant screens, scores of scientists

“A seed is a promise, or a wish. Like the hanging potential of a guillotine, its success bisects possible futures.