Short Fiction: Eulogy

"Well, what can you say about Uncle Bert that wouldn't further tarnish his reputation? He was a good man, I suppose. Not in the traditional sense of the word, but perhaps in comparison with some of his 'business associates', none of whom have turned up today to pay their respects, I see. Although, to be... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 65)

The man in black sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I'm just supposed to... supposed to fight." He began pacing back and forth. "Oh, this is bad. I saw what you did to the others. You're really good. I don't wanna get beaten up like that. I just want to die, you know?... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 49)

Back in the bedroom, he sat at the desk and returned to the reading that breakfast had postponed. The blue, green, and purple dots on the page appeared for a few seconds as a random burst of bubbles, bright and enchanting—but meaningless. Then Victor began to discern the words spelled out in green dots, reading:... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: “Raging Joe” Williams

The baseball world is today mourning the loss of Joseph "Raging Joe" Williams. The former Atlanta Braves star died peacefully in his home yesterday, aged seventy-three. He is survived by his wife, Marsha. In today's sporting landscape, where loyalty is traded for multi-million-dollar paychecks, where political activism grabs more headlines than on-field performance, and where... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 33)

The Russian's eyebrows converged as his gaze darted between Victor and the gun. He slowly reached out his hand and picked up the weapon, thought for a moment, and then stood and leaned over the desk, offering the gun to Victor. Just before it was within Victor's reach, the Russian yanked his hand back and... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Advertising Business

Advertising was in my blood. A rare strain of zombie virus was too, but mostly advertising. I remember it was a Wednesday—the usual mayhem—I had deadlines to meet, clients to schmooze, and anti-human-flesh-eating-urge medication to take—and in walked Martin Milford, president of Milford's Mayonnaise. He had come to hear our pitch for his company's latest... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 7)

Victor stopped laughing. It seemed Dave was serious. "Wait," said Victor. "What are you saying?" Dave looked about the store; no one else was there. He put his hands on the counter and leaned forward. "No one talks about it much anymore. It's a big old mess that's never gettin' cleaned up. It's just better... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 1)

Victor Furbank grew up in a thrifty household. "Waste not, want not," was one of the family mottos, and Victor's father was as stern as a boat's backside when it came to enforcing it. The cost of any excess butter Victor spread on his toast was deducted from his weekly pocket money (which was already... Continue Reading →

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