Framdar “The Slayer” Deathkiller swung — it was a mighty swing, though a might less mighty than it might have been for his mind was thinking thoughts of his father who he had never known but if he had he… Continue Reading
“All right, Hubert, come on up here.” “Well fellas, looks like my time is come. Nice jawin’ with y’all.” His voice, sweet and raspy like sawdust in honey, falls upon their exhausted ears in merciful closure. The old men sitting… Continue Reading
This is going to go all the way. My first time. God knows I’ve waited long enough. Everybody says it’s a much bigger deal before than it is after. I don’t need to worry. Avoid eye contact with everyone in… Continue Reading
“Your wish is my command!” Jim stood in a snow-covered clearing where he’d stumbled upon a well. “… Were you hiding behind there?” he asked. “I said — your wish is my COMMAND!” “Green tweed? Aren’t you cold in that?”… Continue Reading
Can’t think who it was who I first heard about it from — in fact, can’t even remember where it was. Probably at last year’s conference, or perhaps the summer school. Or was it one of the circle meetings? Hardly… Continue Reading
Josie looked down at her toes and wriggled them against the cold of the pavement. Should have worn shoes, she thought. Shoes would have been smart. She tugged at her brown cardigan, pulling the open edges closer together across her… Continue Reading
Understatement was the order of the day in the Upper Cholmondley town hall; it had to be. “My tea!” exclaimed the chubby mayor as the over-sugared contents of his fine eggshell teacup swirled upwards. “Got it.” Mr. Barnaby used a… Continue Reading
Once upon a time, when he’d been an active old man, George Porter had shouted himself hoarse about the youth of today and their horrible graffiti. He’d banged his stick on the floor of countless community meetings and moaned to… Continue Reading
“Hello?” “Mr Carter?” “Yes?” “Mr. Michael Carter?” “That’s right. Who is this, please?” “This… is Death.” “Oh. Wow. Okay.” “It is your time. I have come for you.” “By telephone? I thought you did this kind of thing in person.”… Continue Reading
“Thief! Entertainment pirate!” Emma blinked, bewildered not only by the accusation, but by its maker. She had come out to the roof of the law firm’s tall office building for a breath of fresh-ish city air since she intended to… Continue Reading