The Author Blog of Jason H. Abbott
I crafted upgrades for my vacuum-bot.
“You’re turning my invention into a toy!”
They surrounded him immediately.
Drivers did double takes at the bizarre sight...
“In your lands, we are called demons. Elsewhere, we’re simply called other gods,” the man says.
I found the timewarp hiking the woods of my hometown alone.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to concentrate.”
I return. The shooter is still there.
The dog is obsessed with the throw rug. Scratches it. Moves it. Sits and whines.
He wades through flame, clothes burning, skin unharmed.
“You’re brave to contact them.”
“Master?” she gasps.
He loops back and is at the controls before she yells.
They fought like lions roaring war cries.
“Enough?” he taunts.
The grip of savage generations are refused.
Sickened by the recorded genocide, the comm officer tossed her rank pin.
“Will I defeat him?”
She grins. “No.”
“Yesterday you were white, today you’re black,” Kaylee said.
“Do Legos hurt boogiemen?”
He patted the metal owl.
“Our embedded field study, just got extended…”
“To will evil, you must become it.”
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