I was on my third (fifth? Definitely a prime number, I wasn't that far gone) Scotch of the evening; Cheryl was still nursing her first ( Read more... )

The roar of the beast cut through the air as we ran away from it. "Tell me that's not a t-rex!" I said, once we found some cover ( Read more... )

It has been raining earlier in the day, but it had cleared up nicely by the evening ( Read more... )

Duke Stanz stared out of the window at the raging storm. It seemed to be lessening in force, but given the time of year, it could continue for hours or days. His guests would be with him for some time yet. He turned and looked down into the open dining hall. Some of his guests, Veytan jarls, were laughing uproariously at a joke while his own court ( Read more... )

I'd finally got Carl tucked away in the basement he calls home. God only knows what he has on his landlord that he doesn't get kicked out. Strange smells, the occasional chemical fire... Fuck it, for all I know, he pays his rent in pot and customized party drugs ( Read more... )

"Hey, Unga-bunga! Take Rocky Mountain High there and get the hell out of here!" the bartender apparently hadn't been in the best mood before I arrived, and I wasn't making things better by being there. Fuck him ( Read more... )

"Yes, magic is real. Yes, I could teach you. No, I won't teach you ( Read more... )

{taped interview viewed in progress ( Read more... )

I suppose you're wondering why you're here ( Read more... )

He woke up with a start, at first not sure of where he was. Then, he realized he'd fallen asleep in his easy chair again. Third time this week. Far more often then he used to. Louisa had hated it when he did that. But she wasn't here any more, and maybe that's why it was happening so often. It used to be that he'd get home from work, just as tired ( Read more... )