The Asphalt Wars, Ch. 3
The faces of my companions remained stony for the entire length of the drive. Perhaps it was fear; more likely, it was the crushing force of irony that cut their words at the bud. I sped down Dexter Avenue with a renewed sense of danger. The whirling, ghoulish flames engulfed many of the stores on the street, and for once the gangs of young people had disbanded and taken shelter in the side...
The Asphalt Wars, Ch. 2
The first star fell at 2:36. There was an ear-piercing cracking noise, followed by an explosion of putrid green light. “Must be all the garbage-” Otto started, before the spontaneous combustion of every house on the opposite side of the street forced him into silence. I swerved the car into the parking lot of a nearby McDonalds, where a crowd of people suddenly emerged screaming from...