Peter Emmett Naughton

He was sick of it. Completely fed up with every goddamn thing he could think of and too tired to do anything about it except feel...

The box was so nondescript that its very plainness almost made it suspect. A light brown cardboard cube roughly the size of a basketball...

The message on Mitch’s phone was only a few seconds long, sent from a number he didn’t recognize. It had become a commonplace...

Bits of things from undiscovered places that accidentally slipped into our existence, or perhaps we stumbled into their reality and are...

Jake wasn’t terribly good at his job. This was his own personal view, but he was pretty sure that management would agree with his...