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 26)

    After a fifteen-minute drive, I arrived in front of Ezra’s place and parked just off the dirt road. An old timber rail fence stretched the front of property, a quaint (that’s three) border whose inviting, old-timey appearance was offset with hand-painted signs bearing such warnings as PRIVATE PROPERTY—KEEP OUT, NO TRESSPASSING, BEWARE OF DOGS,... Continue Reading →

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