blue henry Peter Damian Bellis ... he could actually see the thin, dark shadow of a Winchester stretching out before him, the sky becoming a deep, dark, blood-smeared red, and on the road he could see the unaware Mr. Cavanaugh grease-dusting the countryside in a black I-talian two-seater, a convertible, cloth covered seats, also black, the hum of the engine drifting up through the air, the smell of gasoline, of metal, then a crcrcrcraaaackckck, the body stiffening, lurching forward, the automobile lurching forward also, then the body tumbling to the bloodblackening ground, the body broken now, twisted, lying in the ditch, and the automobile also lying in the ditch, also twisted, the wheels spinning, spinning, the air growing heavy with darkness and smoke, and then the wheels not spinning. A R C A D E Ron Torrence The mime held up crossed fingers then rushed me to the Gladiator's Tent. In subdued light a muscular torso with broad shoulders postured as if just risen to lead. But clutched in the crook of his arm like a football was the Gladiator's head. i ate my girl at dinosaur world m.j. murphy The kill got my adrenalin going a little , but otherwise did nothing for me. A Corythosuar was like one of the Mall People, a computer-controlled drone meant to add atmosphere and provide the paying customers with something soft to sharpen their claws on. But I had visited Dinosaur World many times and I needed something beyond the Toddler Level. My ambition and my pride demanded more lethal animals, controlled by skilled human minds. BLUE HENRY ARCADE I ATE MY GIRL AT DINOSAUR WORLD Front Page News Letter From the Editor Books Rhymes Zines Resources Future Shock Copyright © 1995-1997 Circuit Traces Communications. All rights reserved.