The night the world ended, Erin woke to the sound of her own screams. Her dorm room was bathed in crimson light, a cruel glow filtering through the heavy curtains....
The twin suns hung low in the alien sky, painting the jagged, obsidian-like cliffs in hues of crimson and gold. What had once seemed like a promising new world for...
It wasn’t just the speed. The clouds churned as if alive, twisting into shapes that defied natural patterns. She could swear the swirling masses formed fleeting images—eyes, mouths, grotesque expressions—before...