While at the beach you decide to write a message in a bottle. What would it say? Who would you like to find it?
Alan didn’t eat well at dinner that night. He almost forgot to eat at all. Arriving late, he got the bottom of the barrel so it wasn’t exactly hard to lackadaisically poke at his food. Alan had zoned out to such an extent that he didn’t notice when Marshall sat down next to him with … Continue reading The Department for Mutated Persons – Chapter 4
“Welcome to Work Precinct 308,” the robotic voice chimed from the self-driving car’s dashboard. The car stopped softly, the windows slowly transitioned from opaque to transparent, and Alan saw his new home for the foreseeable future. It was an old apartment complex, mostly concrete with soft edges, with blacked out windows and strong metal doors … Continue reading The Department for Mutated Persons – Chapter 2