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 →

Clinton and the Illuminati (Part 2)

He stepped into the middle of the gathering and approached the boar. By the bubbling cauldron a long, twisted knife lay on the ground; Clint picked it up by its bone handle. Murmurs were again silenced by the hand of the red-robed figure. Clint stood next to the boar, which sat still and calm, staring... Continue Reading →

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