Short Stories

by C. Rommial Butler Author Profile Skrellorg plunged his tentacles into the holding vat and pulled out a humanoid specimen.  Skrellorg’s sightless eye-sensors felt the intense buzzing of life from the specimen, though he sat silently, catatonic with shock.  Skrellorg often wondered what, if anything, the specimens thought about. This was a male of a sexually dimorphic mammal species from a blue and green planet a couple galaxies back, so probably their strange mating rites.

Surviving in a hellscape of undead nightmares is nothing new. That's just war.

Faith in a higher power will bring us closer to the heavens. And we will see the face of true horror.

By Charles Butler “I got an email from Helen, Steve. Did you?” Constance asked. On the other end of the phone line, Steve was silent, but...