By: Frank L. Pollock

The ceaseless B-flat drone was silent.

By: Frank L. Pollock

“The Platte Building is tuned to B flat.”

By: Frank L. Pollock

It seemed impossible that the fabric could endure longer.

By: Frank L. Pollock

The oscillation of the building was really alarming.

By: Frank L. Pollock

Bond foresaw a golden harvest.

By: Joshua Glenn

Year seven of the Radium Age

By: Joshua Glenn

Year two of sf’s Radium Age.

By: Frank L. Pollock

“I have never lived.”

By: Frank L. Pollock

“I think it’s only beginning.”

By: Frank L. Pollock

It was the city’s last and useless attempt at resistance.

By: Frank L. Pollock

“By Jove, see it redden!”

By: Frank L. Pollock

Some error had been made in the calculations.