Ballot Counter

“It looks like a pipe organ.” Dave poked the blueprint. It did. Roderick Byre smiled weakly, wiping his brow. Then he spoke with renewed enthusiasm. “The herculean...

A Logical Descension

Drew Beauman surveyed the blasted remains of Hawley’s circus. He crept amidst the torn canvas and blackened posts, and paused once more to close...

A New Law

For the first time in hours, the streets of Gomorra were quiet. But this was a new kind of quiet. With Montreal, the quiet was...

An Evil Deed, Indeed

“This is shaping up to be a bad day,” thought Lillian Morgan as she coughed up her third small, green, pulpy mass and spat...

A Lioness in the Den

The Right Reverend Gregory Simon had just arrived in Gomorra, following his quarry. He had doggedly chased every whisper, zigzagging from Kansas to California...

A Funny Stort

Ivor Hawley crouched over an earth-filled flowerpot as Jia Mein stood nearby with a bottle and a dental hook. Ivor took both and drizzled...