Something is creeping in the warehouse.

“I and my powers predate anything blessed by Yahweh.”

The barkeep squinted at the constable amid a demolished tavern.

“It’s all of them, Sir.”

“The goddess is great to send you...”

“Your kind’s reputation for spiritual vulnerabilities appears unfounded,” Margaret said.

“I think your watch is broken, only the minute hand is moving.”

I crafted upgrades for my vacuum-bot.

“You’re positive?”

“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.”