Slap,
don’t scratch it
when stung with
the magic
Behind the Center for Robotic Studies, defunct models of robots and androids littered the ground. Just beyond that was a forest ...
Its garish mask, its terrorizing teeth, its eyes that speak deceitful lies.
Why can’t my mother be like everyone else? People look at her and shake their heads. “Touched,” I once heard Mr. Bergstrom whisper to his wife. She doesn’t even look like anyone we know. Everyone in Nordfjell has blonde hair like mine, or light...