And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 63)

    “I’ll run over and grab it,” said LaShawn.  “No, hold on,” said Rory. “Something doesn’t feel right.”  We stood at the back corner of the shed, looking out across the yard to where the suicidal clone had dropped the AK-47. It was a potent weapon, and precious.  “Seriously,” said LaShawn. “I’ll be there and... Continue Reading →

And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 34)

    A persistent, muffled thumping roused me from sleep, and I rolled over, bleary-eyed, on my sweat-dampened pillow. Heavy footsteps plodded down the stairs. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my eyes in the bright sunshine and intruding heat of the open window. Nearby cockatoos screeched. The thumping stopped. Last night’s... Continue Reading →

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