Articles by Antoir Setrrin

When someone's dog dies, the first question they ask is rarely "What am I going to do with all of these god damn dog treats?". But it's the first thing that popped into my mind after Pa drove away. I was in the kitchen, hands shaking, trying to see if we had any tea left- tea always calmed my...

------There are no people who I address this 'letter' to. Those who call themselves my handlers, the Vong scientists, have recommended I write. Though I am sure that Savan is actually the one behind it. Musing upon various subjects might speed the return of my memories. Or so I've been told...