The Curse of Gary (Part 11)

Victor went and sat in one of the armchairs. He stretched out his legs and loosened his tie. He took his phone from his hip pocket: if he couldn't open the front door from the inside, then maybe someone could come and open it from the outside. Trying the number for his motel, he heard... 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 →

Book Review: Frankenstein

 Mary Shelley apparently premised this monster novel on a dream she had about a scientist. I’ve got to hand it to her; dream-based fiction is a tough genre to write. I tried it once, and the result was a critically panned three hundred pages about me having a conversation at a theme park with a... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Dracula

I’ve never had any particular interest in vampires, but when I heard there was a fellow named Bram Stoker, and this Bram Stoker had written a book—well, there was nothing this side of the apocalypse that was going to keep me from reading that book. Bram’s novel tells the tale of the mysterious Count Dracula,... Continue Reading →

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