All Cool Reads Editor

The sludgy guitar and charging doublekick blared out over the lofi soundsystem as The Exterminator’s ship began its final approach to the planet Altamere.

The pick-up truck choked to a halt, the last of its oils churning through the pipes, and some bled onto the concrete. A final cloud of black smoke turned into ash and the November air carried it up towards the mourning sun.

“We’re waiting for the announcement,” said the man facing the glowing red screen. The room was the color of a dying star, and it was located in its building like a sun at the tip of a spindle in an unknown galaxy.

I PUSH the last Lego into place with a satisfying click. Finally, the racetrack is complete. Just as I grab my favorite red car, I hear Dad yelling from outside my room. “Newton! You’ve blocked the doorway!” He doesn’t sound too happy. Dad squeezes in and steps through the room to get to me.