The Curse of Gary (Part 141)

For five minutes he sat on the stool and waited, while the bug zapper hummed overhead, then the scimitar, leaning upright against the side of the piano, began to shake. Victor looked up; the bug zapper wobbled on its thin chain. The room darkened and a rumbling like thunder sounded above. Smoke poured in from... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 132)

Victor paced the room for ten minutes, chewing his bottom lip and muttering occasionally. He stood by the globe and stared at it. With a gentle shove he set it spinning; around and around the continents chased one another. He put his hand on the globe’s wooden stand, leaned against it and bowed his head.... Continue Reading →

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 123)

Victor leapt from his seat. “That’s it? We’re done?” The Spectre nodded. “We just need to clean up, put everything back where it was.” The knights rose from their stools and picked up their weapons, conversing excitedly about all the things Victor had taught them. “Sir Victor,” said the ram knight, from across the circle,... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 114)

As he advanced up the vibrant, glassy path, Victor noticed, among the shadows of the columns, the other suits of armour lining the hall. To his left was a tall knight in black armour and silver chain mail, wielding a long scutum shield bearing an eagle emblem, and a seven-foot spear; sliver outstretched wings adorned... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 113)

He jumped back and laughed. "Whoa! That was close." A thin mist of dust settled around the knight's hollow severed hand; Victor crouched and lifted the gauntlet with both hands. "Good grief, that's heavy." As he turned the gauntlet to try it on, a pang shot through his left shoulder and he dropped the armour;... Continue Reading →

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