Author Miles Anderson
“It’s hard to impress me with chicken,” said the man, grumpy and arms crossed. I raised a brow. “Oh yeah?” I asked. “Watch me.” Chicken breasts—skinless and boneless, plain flour, olive oil, garlic, sun-dried tomatoes, dried oregano, paprika, heavy cream,… Continue Reading →
“There ain’t no sky today.” My friend beeped at me. My rotors chugged as I turned to him. “When do you think they’ll turn it back on?” I asked. His rusty shoulders shrugged. “When they have the budget to keep… Continue Reading →
JOHN: You’ve got a college degree? What are you doing here? MILES: Well, first thing’s first buddy, having a music major is just embarrassing. (PLAY LAUGH TRACK) As for me being here, I might as well use the embarrassment to… Continue Reading →
I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos. It’s almost like no one can be human anymore in this world. I may be the only human person left on this side of the Mississippi. After seeing… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.” I said with an undertone of shock. This…is unspeakable…what just happened? I was seconds away, I…I could have made it. The alien’s tail just…god…it just tore Clara… Continue Reading →