The apocalypse began on October 13th, the year 2305. I remember the news report that day about a particularly vicious android attack. An android had never attacked someone before; they only ever did as they were told. Part of me wondered, in that moment, if someone had finally found out how to give violent instructions to an android. That was ridiculous, of course—it was impossible. And yet, the evidence was staring at me dead in the face. Dead . It was ten years ago now, and

My grandfather visited me on the first day of class. He brought me lunch—pizza from across the street (he had asked me what toppings I wanted beforehand and shared it with me. He didn't get his own). I suggested showing him to one of the dining halls and eating there, to which he obliged. Once we arrived, he set the food down on a table and fished around in his pockets while I began to eat. After a moment, he told me we weren't eating alone, and pulled out a small, gray metal

“Eckart. Eckart, hello?” I found myself sitting at the local bar in town, the Jury Room, hunched over the wooden ledge and staring...

Published in Lindenwood University's Arrow Rock Literary Journal, 16th Edition (View Here ) It was hard to try and make a living here,...

“Alright Eckart, my first guys haven’t turned up anything on their initial sweep here. I’ve told them to keep everyone in the house for...

Detective Eckart took a long drag of a cigar and let it hang between his index and middle finger. He rubbed the side of his neck with his...

The lights overhead flicked on. It burned my eyes, and I could feel my heartbeat pounding in the back of my head. The room I found myself in was small, the walls glassy as if they were carved out of some black crystal. I tried to bring my hands up to rub my eyes, but my left hand wouldn’t budge—It was handcuffed to the side of the table I was sitting at. Smoke had collected around the ceiling from a cigarette one of the men across from me was smoking. I guess I wasn’t alone h