The man from the Genex Corporation came by again. He skimmed over the cesspool our street has become, nose wrinkled like it wanted to be elsewhere. Ma always forked her fingers when she saw him. Every time he came, some kid from our street disappeared.
Science Fiction Genre
Everybody called them the Coven. With a name like that, you’d think they were goth, or emo, that they wore all black and wrote poetry. Harper was kind of a hipster, I guess. Her dark, stick-straight hair was cut asymmetrically, fade lines over one ear. But the rest of them were pretty normal.
As I sit down to write here amidst the shadows of vine-leaves under the blue sky of southern Italy, it comes to me with a certain quality of astonishment that my participation in these amazing adventures of Mr. Cavor was, after all, the outcome of the purest accident. It might have been any one.
Once there was another Sun and another Moon; a different Sun and a different Moon from the ones we see now. Sol was the name of that Sun and Mani was the name of that Moon. But always behind Sol and Mani wolves went, a wolf behind each.