The Curse of Gary (Part 57)

Poking his head inside, he made a quick scan of the ceiling: all quiet on the magpie front. He left the pillow cases by the door and took the sheet and socks to the pool table. The sheet stretched over most of the playing surface but left a strip of green at each end. "That... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 56)

After a minute, and no sound above, Victor crawled out from beneath the table. He checked and saw all the balls were back on the felt. "I reckon that's it," he said, stroking his chin. He looked around the ceiling at the gum tree branches. "Now I just need a way to—" He noticed the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 55)

He took the ball from the net and looked at it in his hand. "There has to be something here I'm not seeing." A sudden whoosh swept behind him, shooting a chill through his bones. He ducked quick enough to evade the long beak hurtling like a spear toward the back of his head, but... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 54)

Victor tossed the broken cue onto the pool table; it clacked among the numbered balls. In the branches by the ceiling the boisterous choir once more sang out. "Oh, make your mind up!" yelled Victor, grabbing the pool cue. He held the weapon ready but no birds swooped. The whistling soon subsided. "Huh." He dropped... Continue Reading →

Clinton and the Illuminati (Part 2)

He stepped into the middle of the gathering and approached the boar. By the bubbling cauldron a long, twisted knife lay on the ground; Clint picked it up by its bone handle. Murmurs were again silenced by the hand of the red-robed figure. Clint stood next to the boar, which sat still and calm, staring... Continue Reading →

Clinton and the Illuminati (Part 1)

Smooth, white sand baked beneath the tropical sun, while transparent blue waves lapped the shore. Up the hill, from the lush, green border of vegetation, coconut palms leaned out over the beach, partaking in the island's laid back lifestyle. From between two palm trees, a man waddled through the shade and down to the water's... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 53)

"I have to get out of here," whispered Victor to himself. He edged his way around the table, his gaze darting back and forth between the branches near the ceiling. Six nests. Six magpies. Six points from which death might plummet upon him at any moment. Two doors offered escape: the door back to the... Continue Reading →

Powered by

Up ↑