FollowLink to Pts. 1 and 2 Charlie was sitting in the school office when his mother arrived. She took one look at his puffy, just-beginning-to-swell eye and cheek and snapped, “What have you done?” “I got in a fight,” Charlie mumbled. “A fight,” she said, shaking her head. “We send you to this school to …
Oh shit, my head hurts. This may be the worst hangover I’ve ever had. Why the fuck am I hungover? I remember going to work yesterday, taking my lunch break, and pretty much everything else. Until I left the office, anyway. Must have gone out drinking, but who did I go with? And, where did …
I did my best to keep to the shadows as I moved through the graveyard. Fortunately, this was an old cemetery with graves dating back to the 1700s. I say “fortunate” because that meant it had decent-sized gravestones, crypts, and even a few large monuments, all of which provided the cover my partner and I …
[Going live in 3, 2 …] “Let’s get ready to MUURR-DDERRR!!!” [Cue theme: (music plays and graphics flash on screen) Cut to booth in 3, 2 …] “Good evening, folks, and welcome to the Murderdome! I’m Damiyen Glaz, here with my favorite color commentator, Argun Zandr. Say hi, Argun! “Hi, folks. You’re in for a …
It started the way every war story does: in a crappy bar with a grizzled veteran saying, “This is no shit.” The bar was Xeno’s, one of the numerous shitholes on the lower levels of Shackleton Station, a favorite of military operators, both active and inactive. The veteran looked old enough to be the latter, …