Source: Shutterstock by Paul Schlemmer The Collector by Meg Pelliccio Like a perched bird, he clawed his twisted fingers into the brittle bark and waited. His flesh twitched with anticipation whereas the more phantom of his being was under a constant threat of dissipating. He was no longer living, just as he was not dead.…
Putting the Trash Where It Belongs by Linda M. Crate People watching was something he was good at. He was good at reading a situation, giving empathy to the right people, withholding it from others. There were very pretty specimens in this bar, but each of them seemed to be getting their ruffles feathered…
Source: Wikipedia Artemis Bound By Paul Lubaczewski The moon had to have been amazingly bright at that moment. The forest was ancient, the canopy perched high up above the loam and rock, and yet still shapes were visible in the light provided from the world beyond the interlocking leaves and branches. On most…