The Curse of Gary (Part 75)

From the hall, he entered the fireplace room and took his preferred, non-reflection-casting route to the dining room, where he hurriedly closed the door on the pursuing vampire. It was peaceful in the dining room. He went to the table, pulled out a seat and sat down. After a long look around at the room's... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 61)

Wider and wider the snake's mouth opened, until a slimy red sphere bearing the numeral seven began to emerge from its oesophagus. Battle neared; wings rustled, claws stomped; Victor breathed curses. With a heave, the python expelled the seven ball from its gaping mouth. Its head flopped as the giant, glistening cherry slid onto the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 60)

Lying there, he drew the python to his chest, and lowered his head. The magpie approached, whistling and rapping its beak on the floor. Victor remained still. The tap and scratch of claws neared; Victor could hear the monster bird breathing. It stopped in front of him and waited, and then nudged him with its... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 59)

As Victor crouched and placed the snake on the floor, a mini-explosion boomed behind him. He rubbed his ears and opened and closed his jaw. "Damn, that was loud," he yelled. He re-entered the pool room and saw a transparent, gelatinous puddle where the injured magpie had lain. As he walked past the puddle, he... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 58)

Spotting an opportunity, Victor slipped in almost unnoticed amid the raucous melee of fangs and wings. He reached cautiously over the table and found that the pythons, preoccupied with their avian assailants, made no attempt to repel his approach. Digging his hand into the churning demonic spaghetti, he took hold of a bloated snake he... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 57)

Poking his head inside, he made a quick scan of the ceiling: all quiet on the magpie front. He left the pillow cases by the door and took the sheet and socks to the pool table. The sheet stretched over most of the playing surface but left a strip of green at each end. "That... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 56)

After a minute, and no sound above, Victor crawled out from beneath the table. He checked and saw all the balls were back on the felt. "I reckon that's it," he said, stroking his chin. He looked around the ceiling at the gum tree branches. "Now I just need a way to—" He noticed the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 47)

He passed through the dining room, digging his toes into the downy carpet as went. In the kitchen doorway, Victor halted and stared. The room was immaculate. Not a single can of Spam littered the floor, there was not a Brussels sprout in sight. The benches were neat and every cabinet door was closed. He... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 41)

In the corner by the window, Victor checked the oddly stained floor. "I guess this is the spot." He put the ball of his foot down and leaned his weight onto it. A section of timber broke off beneath him and he fell on his backside as his foot dropped through the gap. "Damn it!"... Continue Reading →

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