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Part 33 – Subtext

Lucy Daisy was away again. Lucy did not mind working a couple of extra hour to help close up the Pizza Stack, the heat of the ovens and smell of garlic beat the cold, empty home waiting for her. But the sudden need for coverage was suspicious, and she was worried about her. Daisy wentContinue reading “Part 33 – Subtext”

Part 32 – Existential Boredom

Jon He was running late. Jon was making terrible time, even as he sped down the highway towards Elizebeth’s Haven. There would be no time for a nap before the ferry. No time for sleep-deprivation hallucinations, or whatever had happened the week before. He had to stay awake and alert. Not only did his lifeContinue reading “Part 32 – Existential Boredom”

Part 31 – Existential Boredom

Kat Was this what everyone always talked about? Was this a boring night, or was she already bored with her job? It wasn’t the most interesting night shift for Kat; no one interesting came in and nothing had startled her. Not being scared was nice, but the monotony of stacking the same five types ofContinue reading “Part 31 – Existential Boredom”

Part 30 – Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover

Lucy Lucy stared down at the steam billowing from her coffee. She’d retired to The Bubble and Squeak after Tom left her at the bookstore. It was always quiet, smelled more of dark chocolate than dark roast, and perpetually in off-season mode, unlike similar coffee shops in Hermit’s Rest. Its roughly 90s interior, faded pastelsContinue reading “Part 30 – Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover”

Advent of Evil – Day 25

The broken Antler They say he found them himself, face down in the bloody snow. Still, not sure those boys deserved what they got. They may have made him an orphan, but not even an animal deserves butchery like that. I hope revenge was worth the price. The list is a heavy burden to bear.Continue reading “Advent of Evil – Day 25”

Advent of Evil – Day 24

The Martyr A lot of myths surround the Christmas Saint. Resurrections, demon slaying, Nicholas’ story has it all. It’s too bad the truth is so grim. Yes, he saved those kids, but it wasn’t from a barrel; it was a mine. And the demon won in the end when all that coal went up inContinue reading “Advent of Evil – Day 24”