The sentence has haunted me for two months. The ducks are coming. What does it mean? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?! Are those feathery ball of pure wrath with bills finally going to attack? Or is it something else? I sigh and and sit back. And as I gaze out my window, I see them on the horizon. Bills, beady eyes, feathers, and worst of all, supersized. The ducks are coming alright. Now if only they had sai...
Alex Baxter. A new detective on the force. Only 25. And tonight was her first case. The broken bike lies in the intersection. Blood is lightly splattered on it, nothing too bad. But the car that hit it was going around 70 MPH according to how best up the bike was. The parents of the victim came earlier and identified the bike. They said they’d recognize the lightning bolt painted on the front of t...
From the outside, all is normal. From the outside, no one sees what happens to those who are different. Everyone smiles, and keeps on with their lives. No one points out the empty beds. Elders, children, those in power, it doesn’t matter. From the outside, this is just a little village. Nothing to see here, it’s perfect. Because they purge those who are not. The little girl next door who was cripp...