Storygram #199
The parking lot was deserted, its emptiness made visible by patches of light from buzzing poles.
Storygram #189
“Where’d it land?” The man in the middle of the three turned his head and nodded at a field where a small trail of smoke could be seen rising in front of the setting sun. The bald man walked toward the smoke, followed by the other three.
Storygram #132
Joel shook his head. He didn’t like that Jake had a tendency to become attached, ascribing emotions to each automaton that were impossible for it to actually experience. Intentionally demonstrating his indifference, Joel tossed the head into the air to give it a further plummet into the hole.
Storygram #117
A man with a half shaved head and no shirt removes my handcuffs. He slaps into my hand a metal tube that comes to a needle turned at a right angle at the end. There is only one button.
Storygram #97
He was running as fast as his damaged leg would allow him to, but they were still gaining on him. The wires hanging out of his shin kept snagging on tall grass, slowing him down even more. A bullet whizzed by his ear.