Halloween has always been my least favorite holiday. It’s great for kids, don’t get me wrong. Kids love dressing up, pretending they’re monsters or super heroes or a sack of potatoes, but it’s the older ones that come out later that scare me. They’re the real monsters, and they don’t even have to dress up. I’m talking punks, Goths, jocks, and every other hooligan that uses this night as an excuse to wreak havoc on their neighbors. Apparently, because it’s Halloween, there aren’t any consequences…. [read more]
Mrs. Morrison was too busy to die. Oh, she would tease Death every now and again by putting an end to fights in her inn’s common room, but truth be told, dying was not high on her to-do list. It would simply have to wait.
The front door swung open as three more men sauntered in, ready to escape the pains of the day. It was still early – if two hours past sunset was considered early – so the drinks would be flowing for another couple of hours…. [read more]
The fuzzy orb of light in the center of the viewport shattered into billions of tiny, glowing specks like a storm of glass. Some stars seemed to zip past the ship, while others stopped suddenly, taking their place at the far ends of the galaxy.
Syltavia Enturan’s entire body jostled and jerked in its restraints. A few strands of long, brown hair fluttered past her face. Pulling out of speeds that light itself can’t even keep up with was always jarring… [read more]
Clarence knelt in the grass, large backpack weighing him down. He probably should have zipped it back up after getting out his sunscreen, but it was too late for that now. His victim was making his way cautiously towards him.
Poor bloke doesn’t stand a chance, thought Clarence, hands on his remote control, ready to activate his trap.
His target was almost in range. Just one more step… [read more]
*These stories are based on board game themes. Having played the game prior to reading these stories is not required, and each story is a stand-alone.