Jane Doe

I wake with a start but can’t move. I’m on a cold bench, not in my soft bed, and I don’t know why. My eyes won’t focus and my body seems detached somehow. I try to sit up and look around, but nothing works. I’ll have to call in sick. It will piss off the…

Venus Landscape

The dust rose in swirls as the ship touched down. The orange mist filled the air, showing its anger at being disturbed. As it began to settle again, we could see through the port holes; it was a mirage of a wasteland, never quite in focus due to the heat. The door began to open…