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 →

The Curse of Gary (Part 126)

At the top of the staircase, Victor looked both ways along the hall: it was quiet and still—almost pleasant. He turned to his left and walked slowly; two unopened doors waited at the end, on the right-hand side. He stopped in front of the first door and looked it up and down. Shifting his sword,... 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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