So Jerry died. And then Death came to collect him and take him to the other side. Only Death isn’t exactly what Jerry had pictured. Instead of black robes and a scythe, he has jeans, a t-shirt, and an iPhone. Something’s not right about this situation. About 2,000 words.
The Mad Gear gang has had full reign over Metro City for years now. Dug, a low level thug, gets a call from his enforcer to meet up with another and wait for further instructions. There has been talk that the newly elected mayor Mike Haggar is going to clean up the streets. Could it actually happen this time? About…
In a not too distant future, Mr. Dixon spends an afternoon with a salesman peddling the latest in home decorum: high-quality air. About 3,500 words.
When ghosts come out, it takes a professional to do the job right. That’s where Overcursed Incorporated can help. With their experts, those pesky ghosts won’t bother you anymore. Unless, of course, there’s actually REAL ghosts in the house. That might be an issue. About 3,200 words.
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The wind shifted and I caught her scent on the breeze. I shook my head and turned towards the entrance. She gracefully walked into the room, unarmed, and alone. I shifted my weight to one leg and crossed my arms. She greeted me with open arms. “Of course. I knew you’d come around sooner or later. I trust you know…
I rolled the vial over in the palm of my hand. I scrunched my face up at my dealer. “Crank?” I asked. “Like from the movie?” He nodded. “Hell, yeah. That will put you on front street for real.” I looked down at the vial again. It was easy to say that I was a bit unsure about it. “Didn’t…
“Now, this is made easier to remember through the acronym M.A.R.C.H. which stands for ‘managing awareness, readiness, carelessness, and hunkering’. Now the last one might throw you through a loop so allow me to explain…” I leaned over to my coworker sitting beside me. He leant his ear as I whispered. “Not only do we get a meeting with another…
“Shh… don’t look.” We both averted our eyes from the front door of the tavern. You didn’t even have to look; you could smell them coming in: trolls. I peeked over my shoulder just to get a glance at the towering figures that scoped out the patrons as they walked in. A full head shorter than them was a smaller…