Dylan’s little brother was much smaller. He was one of the smaller kids in his class. His moppish, unkempt blond hair did little to hide his cherub-like, round face, which refused to stop looking like a little boy’s face. No matter what he did, he just couldn’t be as mature-looking as his older brother. And it wasn’t for lack of …

“Sesame chicken and happy family!” cried out the short, plump, elderly Asian woman in the stained, white apron. As always, her hair tightly fixed in a bun on top of her head. She placed the brown paper bag on the counter and looked kindly at Dylan as he stepped to the counter. “You a good boy to come and get …

A screeching scream ripped Kadamba’s and everyone else’s eardrums with its high pitch and unbelievable volume. “JUNDANA! JUNDANA! JUNDANA!” screamed Sorenha Woohurra in a panic, still outfitted like she was going on stage at a big music concert.  “MAN! That chick got some serious pipes!” Stelky exclaimed while poking his finger into his ear. Sorenha came running up to Jundana …

Kadamba pocketed the cash from the little boy, glancing around to make sure no one had seen the transaction. He then reached back into his pocket and counted out Stelky’s cut. “Here’s yours, man. But seriously, I can’t do that again. That kid was way too young,” Kadamba muttered. “I hear you, Ka. I figured you’d send him off with …

Within a few years of the discovery of that little girl, a second evolutionary capability of the human mind was discovered. A mastermind of a thief was shot while he was stealing a priceless piece of art in a national museum. Despite impenetrable security, he managed to get into the building. As he lay dying, he told a story that …

Fifty-eight stories above Schmarlo’s Landing, Tomar Donovackia kicked his feet onto his desk and leaned back in his chair. No one would question anything he did. In any event, he was alone in his palatial office. He’d sent one of his assistants down to the Landing to get him a Greolsch. He enjoyed snacking on those meat-filled, sweet pastries but …

Kadamba had only met Stelky a few weeks before. He went to another school, but “business” had made them “friends.” Stelky might not have been real smart, but he knew lots of people, and most kids knew Stelky could be trusted to be discrete. He wasn’t interested in handling any of the rath himself. He just wanted a little finder’s …

As they left the packaging plant and began to breathe the more palatable air, Fuentes praised Kadamba for how well he had handled this meeting. Although Kadamba didn’t completely understand, the man that they had just meet with, Vratar, saw potential in the young teen and set up this meeting with a man named Doctor Z.   Kadamba cleared his throat. …

Sorenha Woohurra screeched as the pus hit her in the chest. As always, she was dressed impeccably, in a tight-fitting, one-piece pink outfit, with frills ruffling out from her waist, a style in vogue with famous music celebrities. Curhuck Lhahnid cussed under his breath as he wiped the sticky, blue-green pus from his cheek. No one in the class could …

Kadamba Vorhoor casually kicked his feet up onto his desk at the back of the classroom and leaned back in his chair. The smug look on his face stemmed from abundant confidence built through sports, academics, and a new successful business. In two days, the school year would be over, leaving him only one more year of required schooling before …