You don’t expect a bunker to be inviting, but this place was darker and gloomier than I expected. It wasn’t the kind of bunker where civilians took shelter in wartime; instead, it was a remote military research station. Back in its heyday, soldiers and scientists came and went, each stationed for months or even weeks. …
Deep in the jungle of the Salazar Rain Forest, there lay a primitive-looking village. Long ago abandoned, the village was just a front. Inside the most beaten and broken-down hut, there was a staircase. It led down deep, almost ten stories. At the bottom was a secret bunker. The bunker housed an extensive laboratory complex that …
I could not resist the siren call of the coffee shop. As the bus sped down the street without me. I looked down at my watch. Fifteen minutes till the next bus. An eternity for an impatient Type-A personality like me. It was cold outside, and I did not want to stand around in the …
It was raining. Not an unusual event in most places, but Los Gatitos was not most places. Smack dab in the middle of the Wasabi desert, it was the driest town in North America. This was the first rain in eight years, and people were freaking out like it was the apocalypse. “Ain’t never seen …
“Can I get a Franziskaner?” “A what?” “Franziskaner,” said my friend Jerry. “Franziskaner Hefeweizen.” “I’m not familiar with that,” said the waitress, who was 30 going on 65. “What’s in it?” “It’s not a cocktail,” said Jerry. “It’s a beer. A Hefeweizen, to be exact.” “I don’t think this is a Hefeweizen kind of bar,” …
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