The Curse of Gary (Part 39)

For fifteen minutes he remained there, staring at the ceiling. Finally, he sat up; he rubbed his shoulder where he had run into the door. With no expression besides the odd yawn, he shifted the old bed frame back into its corner. The bed springs squealed as the mattress thumped on top of them. New... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 38)

For a moment Victor was stuck—crouched against the wall, breathing heavily, hands trembling—his eyes on the painting. The sixth deep clang of the bell shook him free. He exhaled with a laugh and nodded, looking at the officer in the painting. "I've got your number now," he said. He crept behind the chair nearest him... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 31)

Wiping the sweat from his face with his sleeve, he perused the room around him. A long, mahogany dining table formed the room's centrepiece, surrounded by twelve chairs. On the table two tall candles generated a bright but limited aura, lighting the middle of the room while leaving its extremities in shadow. Victor smiled and... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 12)

Victor remained still for several minutes, though his mind was racing. The closest door was along the wall to his left, just a few metres away. He could make it out in a flash, provided it was unlocked. As he pried himself delicately from the fireplace he knocked a log loose and it rolled and... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 10)

Victor set one foot on the threshold and leaned into the thick, silent darkness that laid beyond. "Hello?" he said. Not a sound replied. Victor stepped into the doorway. "Hello," he called. "My name is Victor Furbank, of Furbank's Fine Metronomes. I saw the light on upstairs... Is anyone there?" He peered into the black... Continue Reading →

Training Camp (Part 3)

The young man murmured and groggily opened his eyes. "Hey mate," Mossy said to him, "take it easy, okay? You've had a knock to the head, but you're going to be all right. Just sit still and try to relax." The young man began to mumble, but we couldn't make out what he was saying.... Continue Reading →

The Heist (Part 10)

Above and beyond us was darkness—infinite darkness like a starless night. It was somehow clear, and perfect, visible through that murky darkness in which I stood. In the distance, much further than any horizon on earth, there appeared a tall, thin column of light. Seeing as it was so far away, I can’t imagine how... Continue Reading →

Sin

What lies in wait, digging deep holes, Stalking in shadows, preying on souls?   A smooth hand that could not lie, Beckons with promise while blinding the eyes. A soothing voice sings aloud, And drowns the echoes of ancient howls. Sleight of reason, minds are eased, All while shackling hands and feet.   And so... Continue Reading →

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