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Regarding Security

Regarding Security

The warehouse had been prepped for the meeting. It was empty, save for a table and two chairs. The windows had been painted black and boarded. Foam baffles lined the walls, preventing remote sound surveillance. Men with guns were positioned outside, on nearby roofs,...
Dead Medicine

Dead Medicine

“I’m going to kill you for this.” Michael said. She picked up the syringe.  “By then it won’t matter.” The needle slid into his arm with no resistance. The flesh was inflamed, necrotic, and he was sure he could have poked her finger down to bone with...
The Name of the Gang

The Name of the Gang

Black clad and blood splattered, the swarm of bikers rounded the curve on County Road K with an ear numbing buzz. They were leaned back with arms out, nestled deep in chrome and leather. Beards and goggles hid their grim expressions.  It had been a hell of a...
Winding Down Wendriel

Winding Down Wendriel

The tree was a tall, straight, and had a large wind up crank sticking directly out of the trunk. As Wendriel turned it, he could feel thumping pulses in the ground and all of the tree boughs vibrated. The leaves shimmered and danced. It continued, in a radius,...
The Peeping Hole

The Peeping Hole

Everybody knew that Glen was a perv. In High School he’d gotten one of those make-your-own button kits. The cheap plastic pin type for putting on jackets or book bags. Glen had cut out close-ups of girls spreading from porn mags and made buttons of them. Not the...