Short story a work in progress part ten
Part Nine For A to the G Happy Birthday mate I took her silence as a yes, so we stayed in the queue. Shortly we arrived at the large door and its guards. They looked Pixie up and down in a way I did not like, me they just sneered at, my hand tightened on [...]
Short story a work in progress part nine
Part Eight Through a combination of terror, lack of sleep or maybe dust Pixie faints, taking us all by complete surprise. Larry is now pointing his gun at an empty space, and somehow mine is in my hand pointing straight at Larry, who seemingly calm and collected throughout drops his gun and calmly sits down [...]
Short story a work in progress part eight
Part Seven Suitably told I know my place and sit next to a burnt out car. I take time to smoke a cigarette, and hold my old gun in my hand. Something I swore I would never do again. Without thinking my hands go through the motions of checking everything works and it has a [...]
Short story a work in progress part six
Part One I woke up as usual with a terrible feeling of disorientation in my mind, and a foul taste in my mouth. One eye painfully and slowly cracked open to be met with a sea of brown. My sense of smell bombarded with a strangely familiar smell. With great effort I lifted my head, [...]
