The Curse of Gary (Part 135)

Victor watched the ball soar up against the blue-sky backdrop and stepped to his right, positioning himself to catch it. As the ball spiralled toward him, it passed in front of the sun; Victor squinted and shielded his eyes with his hand but lost sight of it. He ducked his head and moved aside; the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 134)

The treetop rustled as a swift breeze rushed through it; a moment later a few dark green leaves spiralled down through the branches to the ground. Victor stared ahead at the mansion’s brick wall, and the lush vine that had scaled it right to the roof. A gentle, gritty scrape moved behind him: the despondent... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 133)

The summer sun shone brightly above from between two long, white clouds, while a cool breeze offset its heat. In the south, an ominous gathering of black storm clouds crept into view over the courtyard’s high stone fence. A flash of lightning lit a section of the clouds for a split-second. Victor made a lap... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 132)

Victor paced the room for ten minutes, chewing his bottom lip and muttering occasionally. He stood by the globe and stared at it. With a gentle shove he set it spinning; around and around the continents chased one another. He put his hand on the globe’s wooden stand, leaned against it and bowed his head.... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 131)

Victor clapped his hands together. “Yes! I knew it. That’s the best news I’ve heard in three days. All right, so, help me out here—what’s in that room? How do I defeat it? Gary?” Gary looked down and took a deep breath. “Before I tell you that... I need to ask you... As you enter... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 130)

“Great. I need to know how many more rooms are cursed. As far as I can figure, there’s only the room next door left to go. I think all the downstairs rooms are curse-free, but there may be some I haven’t found yet. Are there any more rooms downstairs?” Gary’s grey eyebrows squished together in... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 129)

He was in the study, which was now free of dairy products and decapitated corpses. It was exactly as it had been when he first entered it—the bookshelves, the desk, the globe, the reading chair—only this time Gary’s stepfather was absent. Victor sat behind the desk, staring at it in silence. After five minutes there... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 128)

Victor laughed and moved around the desk, skipping as he went, and singing, “Arthur is a buttface, Arthur is a buttface.” Arthur’s head squeezed down to the size of a small rockmelon, and his eyes puffed out, now outmatching the size of his head. He shook his fist and tried to yell, but only a... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 127)

“It has been almost two years since I married your mother,” began Gary’s stepfather, “and I must say I was rather looking forward to raising a young lad—having no son of my own, you see.” He sighed and shook his head. “But how you have disappointed me, Gary.” The sword fell from Victor’s hand. “You... Continue Reading →

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