The Curse of Gary (Part 69)

The bathtub shimmered, golden. A bright ball rose from the tub and flashed its heavenly radiance throughout the room. Victor smiled like a child on Christmas morning. The room around him fled in all directions almost faster than he could comprehend, and he was left floating in blank space. Everything turned sparkling blue, infused with... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 68)

With each passing minute the smoke cloud expanded and closed in on Victor, as he waited like a sniper in the grass, watching, listening. Above him, in the suspended wall of ash, the heavy hum of insects swirled. Sweat dripped from his face. He adjusted the towel over his mouth and nose. Eventually, the hum... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 67)

The room was no longer a crude scene of mortal combat, but a simple study. A neat writing desk stood against one wall, next to a small bookcase. A few maps and some war medals decorated the wall, and in the corner stood a kind of lectern, upon which a stamp collection album lay open... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 25)

In the hall, Victor put on his shirt and jacket, which were both miraculously clean and dry. Even the fragrance of lemon juice had left his clothing; all that remained was a hint of body odour (forgivable after a day spent walking beneath the scorching country sun). He looked up and down the passageway; if... Continue Reading →

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