The Curse of Gary (Part 97)

A clang and a shout shook Victor from sleep. He blinked then opened his eyes wide, taking a split second to realise where he was; footsteps ran down the hall outside. The silver bowl wobbled and came to a rattling halt, upside down in the open doorway, where light from the hall shone on the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 96)

He looked at the two doors along the hallway; he checked his watch. "Tomorrow." The electric lights in the hall had gone out, and candlesticks on the wall now lit the space. There was a rainbow swirl lollipop on the floor next to him; he flicked it away with his foot. He took the shovel,... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Weatherman

The fat man in the brown suit stormed down the stairs. Everyone could hear the footsteps and the swearing. The studio door swung open, but was prevented from slamming against the wall by the man's crushing grip on the door knob. His furious eyes reflected the glow of the unfortunate cigar he was gnawing, slurping,... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 95)

The children in the crowd followed the girl's lead and grew giant claws of their own. They advanced, step by terrifying step, toward Victor. He looked left and right at the sea of snapping pincers: there was no avenue of escape. Victor made the sign of the cross (he had never done so before, but... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 94)

The girl smiled and tilted her head to what she clearly knew was the angle of maximum cuteness. Victor laughed louder. "Oh, that's great. You scared the sh** out of me, standing there like a horror movie ghost child. And it was just about a school dance. Oh, man. So... he was scared to ask... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 93)

Twenty minutes passed. Victor leaned on the shovel, his head drooping by the moment like a melting ice-cream. His eyelids, weighted by his recent drinking session, closed longer with each blink. Finally, with an incoherent mumble, his head nodded forward and his eyes closed. Although Victor had exceptional balance, he was not a flamingo, and... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 92)

The girl might as well have been stone. Her eyes, blank and cloudy, stared blindly ahead; her face was void of expression. Victor backed into the corner, shaking his head and mumbling. Awful astonishment filled his eyes, yet he refused to take them even for a second from the inanimate child in front of him.... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 91)

He marched down the hall then entered the grand room formerly haunted by the vampire. In the fireplace, yellow flames whispered, and cast a wobbling shadow of Victor on the far wall as he crossed the floor. At the bottom of the stairs he looked up; the light in the hall above beckoned like the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 90)

One by one (orange) Victor carved away at the pencils (red). Each one (green) took a little longer than the previous (purple), and the rest breaks (brown) between pencils lengthened (yellow). He paused (white) frequently (black) to wiggle his fingers and (dark green) stretch his arms. Finally (pink), after an hour and forty-five minutes (light... Continue Reading →

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