Man, I can see why storytellers of your era like to over-use cliffhangers. You should have seen the look on your face! “Oh no, is he dead?! WTF?!” LOL, I say, in your parlance. That abbreviation always confounded me, though. I mean, I know it’s supposed to be “laughing out loud,” obviously. But what I … Continue reading »
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63rd Street – Part III
Well, that was unsatisfying. Without the threat of severe health risks, I’m just sucking on a flaming paper tube stuffed with bits of dead plant. I guess it’s true what they say about mortals having a “death wish.” I might have enjoyed it if there was some possibility it would have killed me. But speaking … Continue reading »
63rd Street – Part II
Where was I? Damn, I had hoped I was farther along in the story than that. This is gonna take awhile. I’ll skip over the part about the trial/surgery. Though, I gotta tell ya, when Tommy was fishing around in that girl’s brain and accidentally brushed against some neuron or something that made her start … Continue reading »
63rd Street – Part I
There is a sensation to touch. An inescapable feeling that sends a billion signals to the brain and sends us to our knees, overwhelmed with the touchness of it all. I experienced touch once. And taste. And that other thing. I don’t remember if I experienced memory or not. It’s been awhile. For you see, … Continue reading »
The Case of the Missing Future
I started seeing these buttons not long after I arrived in this “Kansas City.” As a detective, this is the kind of thing that butters my bread. Or, in my case, licks my bread wrapper, because as you know I can’t afford butter or bread. Mystery! Intrigue! Other words that mean the same as Mystery! … Continue reading »
Rock Gladstone: Private Eye
Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up and the hovering island you’ve been living on for the last eight years has completely vanished and you find yourself laying in garbage in a strange city with no idea where you are or how you got there? Probably not. Forget I asked. … Continue reading »