Welcome to Industrial Nightmare Dimension with your host, Alex Beyman, Hellworld prisoner extraordinaire. My tradpubbed anthologies & other works can be found here: http://linktr.ee/alexbeyman
I couldn’t believe it worked, even as I crossed the gangplank from the icebreaker, at last setting foot onto Antarctic soil. Gravel really, mixed with…
Super Station Travel Center rises up out of the sand, peeking over the horizon little by little on approach. Gaudy, immaculately clean and brightly lit…
“What’s with the costume?” At first it looked as though he didn’t hear me. The object of my interest was a bearded man in his late thirties with an…
Ghosts aren’t something you see or hear, but something you feel. It’s not what’s there. It’s what you expect to be there, that isn’t. I didn’t fully…
I exist in order to continue existing. It is painfully clean here. Of course it has to be clean for the self replication process to properly execute…
A collection of dreary poems about yearning for the road not taken
The game of life has a harsh learning curve. If you don't understand quickly enough...
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Industrial Nightmare Dimension