Chapter 10 - Too Used To Death
Featuring more yakuza scumbaggery.
2025-04-13 12:30:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Featuring more yakuza scumbaggery.
2025-04-13 12:30:14 +0000 UTC View Post
STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FR...
2025-03-23 13:04:58 +0000 UTC View Post
Phil and Lumina reveal their true power, the power of shipping! Who will they target next?
2025-03-17 11:36:17 +0000 UTC View Post
Looks like the monsters are unionizing this chapter!
2025-03-09 13:39:46 +0000 UTC View Post
Don't have much to say other than cheers to ya'll and have a good week!
2025-03-02 14:03:09 +0000 UTC View Post
Jean's deck was one I wanted to bust out for quite a while. Glad to finally use it, and there's still a few more parts to it yet to be revealed!
2025-02-23 13:49:46 +0000 UTC View Post
Borger shoppe. Nom!
2025-02-16 13:02:47 +0000 UTC View Post
Here's chapter 1 lads, good to be back.
2025-02-09 12:28:52 +0000 UTC View PostCass waited by the barn for a full day watching the flames die down. Even as night passed into morning, then afternoon and night again, she did not move from where she sat on the hood of Mr. Moon...
2025-02-02 13:48:53 +0000 UTC View PostHis gun was gone. Mr. Moon hadn’t the faintest idea where it had been lost, but neither did he have the time to think over it. Before him was a massive bald man, covered in thick hues of dripping...
2025-01-26 13:37:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe needle of the speedometer trembled from where it hovered somewhere high in the hundreds. Ordinarily that speed, on a country road filled with twists and turns, would be lunacy, but he knew ther...
2025-01-19 15:14:03 +0000 UTC View PostBefore the chapter starts, FYI for all paying Patreon members: I expect to finish with Urban Nirvana within a month, maybe a month and a half. After that I plan on writing a sequel to Frog out of W...
2025-01-12 16:24:22 +0000 UTC View PostThe stolen two-seater Chevrolet pickup truck slammed into the side of the FBI agent’s Buick to a shrieking chorus of broken glass and crumpled metal. Vladischov was out of the vehicle’s cab in ...
2025-01-05 15:11:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe Henryks farm. Mr. Moon didn’t recognize the name at all, but that did not mean much. The country was filled with old farmsteads, both ones still being actively worked and ones rotting away to...
2024-12-29 15:02:54 +0000 UTC View PostMr. Moon lowered the revolver in his hands once it became clear the madman was not returning. In a flash it had started, in a flash it had ended. Dag let out a pained grunt as he stepped away from ...
2024-12-22 14:25:34 +0000 UTC View PostOnce more it felt as if the world was holding its breath. That was what it appeared to be in Cass’s eyes. The door separating the office from the hallway and the living room was cast wide open. E...
2024-12-15 13:54:36 +0000 UTC View PostFor once in Cass’s life, being in her father’s office at home was not a comforting feeling. The fireplace, once so warm and cozy, felt otherworldly now. Like it served another master, one more ...
2024-12-08 14:27:05 +0000 UTC View PostSteve held out a cautioning hand to Ms. Miller, beckoning her to stand away from the door to the basement. It could be nothing. It could be hooligans breaking into the house for fun thinking the oc...
2024-12-01 15:07:10 +0000 UTC View PostCass flung herself to the side as Mr. Moon came crashing over the fence, a coarse string of swears flying from her lips as her hands scrabbled for her pistol. In the innermost parts of her mind, th...
2024-11-24 14:46:05 +0000 UTC View PostIt felt like a mirror of her desperate escape from the police station. Everything traveled in slow motion. Moving the tiny muscles in her fingers to begin squeezing the trigger felt like she was tr...
2024-11-17 14:39:50 +0000 UTC View PostCompared to the steadily darkening sky, the warm light leaking out from the windows and the open door of the Sothermen Funeral Home felt like there was a completely different world contained inside...
2024-11-10 14:32:36 +0000 UTC View PostLife Celebration for Those Threads Cut Short
7:00 p.m., Tuesday
Sothermen Funeral Home
All Are Welcome
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Steve finished wrapping the coal-black tie aroun...
2024-11-03 11:05:32 +0000 UTC View PostMr. Moon slipped the gloves off his hands, pulling himself from a crouch to his full height to observe the new arrivals on the scene. His gloves, still dyed rust-red with dried blood from his inves...
2024-10-27 14:09:51 +0000 UTC View PostFive in the morning. That was when Mr. Moon got the call. It wasn’t a notice from Ms. Miller, but rather a panicked radio message from Paul, the temporary chief of police. The man had hardly been...
2024-10-20 14:02:40 +0000 UTC View PostMr. Moon unconsciously tapped out a drumbeat on the steering wheel with his fingers. There was little sense rushing even after hearing what Ms. Miller had to say over the radio. Whoever it was that...
2024-10-13 13:06:21 +0000 UTC View PostCass’s breath hissed through her teeth as she surveyed the damage. All four tires on their ‘borrowed’ patrol car were slashed. It was the same with her dad’s car. Every tire was damaged pas...
2024-09-29 13:48:59 +0000 UTC View PostHouses whizzed by like blurred afterimages in the distance under the rapidly darkening evening sky. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, marking the transition from early evening to twilig...
2024-09-22 13:34:26 +0000 UTC View Post“Second floor’s clear!” Dag’s voice thundered from above. Mr. Moon did not reply, only filing Dag’s report away in his head while he continued to methodically search through the main floo...
2024-09-15 13:46:53 +0000 UTC View Post