Every night I visit that place.

The blood red tree that calls to me in a way I cannot describe.

Have you ever been walking down the street and felt like someone was watching you? That’s what this felt like. The haptic buzz in my temporal lobe, indicating that there was a threat near me. But instead of wanting to run, I always wanted to be closer. It felt like it was calling me home. The promis...

Being a salvage technician was never a bad job. I’m basically a modern day tow truck driver and that’s why I got into this job. My father and his father were both tow drivers, but since no one’s used cars in the last 30 years I couldn’t carry on the family company. No money in nostalgia.

Instead, I chose to work as a technician who salvages earth space craft. A good job, and it has taught me a l...

“You know the smoke really does a number on your lungs”

He says to me as I just barely regain my ability to hear.

Reading about war time events never really did justice to the pure mind fuck of an attack. You know what? Forget mind fuck, it’s more of an sight, hearing and smell fuck. Your eyes go bright white and then little black spots dance around until you’re nauseous. Your hearing sounds e...