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This one also is short, and the last (as far as I can tell) of the original ones. CHAPTER EIGHT THREE GOOD MEN By the side of the highway, in […]

Also known as chapter the last. I’m torn about this chapter, its so very obviously thrown together to grab and finish as many threads as possible, and it tries to […]

There are people you just should take for a ride until you know them better. The white construction van was dirty inside, but had none of the tool racks or […]

The noir internal monologue of a dying breed of private detective/bounty hunter during a rare psychotherapy session. I sit in the leather chair and take in the stereotypical psychiatrist’s office […]

Chapter Twelve: The Shadow Nose Cody sat on the couch, staring at a small cleaning machine as it removed dirt from the floor. It looked like the bastard child of […]

Chapter 11: Read My Lips, No Nude Taxes Cody had to admit, the work was impressive. Kimiko’s face was shocked, mostly because her face could now look shocked. She ran […]

Chapter Ten: Light the Darkness, Curse the Candle Ace stumbled on the gravel trail, but the uniformed man would not slow down. The trail looped over hills and through valleys. […]

A mildly surreal, personalized explication of entropomancy. Never Overboard I. Do not hold your breath. Follow the pipes and you won’t notice the cliff edge. Then you’ll see the sewage […]

Chapter Nine: Up, Up, and Up a Little Further “John. Open up.” The door opened up and John peered out through the gap maintained by the safety chain. He appeared […]

Chapter Eight: Jestfully Clean Ace stared at the tree that he had never seen before. It was large and artificial, strung with wooden cranberries and plastic icicles. It made him […]