FnaJ 2
Fifty years after the ice cream parlor opened in 1988 (that makes it 2038 for those of you that don't like math) After what happened at 'Fazbears fright' _someone_...(shall we say) Discovered... Jack rabbits ice cream parlor and that they too have...
The Hunter
The hunter sits at the bar, sipping from his mug of ale, dressed in dark, worn leathers, hair wet and hanging loosely. All around him the townsfolk laugh and chatter in the warm light as they nurse their own drinks and meals. The hunter's eyes glint...
Keep it Up
"Good, keep it up." _Shut up._ Kevin was tired of hearing that passive-aggressive bullshit, the manager's way of saying 'you used to suck, now you don't suck, keep not sucking.' Never mind he already worked the press faster than suggested for...
Court Date
"Don't you think they were too kind?" "Kind?" Bertrand replied incredulously. "You call banishment 'kind'?" "For the crime? Yes." Answered Jerica plainly as they strolled the great hall of the courts, all around them noblemen, soldiers and...
Burn
"i just done telling you that no one will miss her. ... though, i'd understand if your own family has made you a bit soft to these things." ... yep, i'm gonna kill him. "okay, i'm interested.
Any Day Now
"No..." Breathed Blondie as he knelt by his companion's side, looking down at the man who was all too still. "No, no no, don't do this!" Blistered hands reached out to slap weakly at dying man's face, framed by that raven hair that had grown tangled...
What We Always Dreamed Of
"You're late." "I know." I replied plainly, seating myself across from him at the little, steel-wire table. It was all very cliché; the cafe, the large, bald man in a suit, reclined comfortably, the smoldering cigar between his thick fingers. For a...
THE FRONT: PART 8
"Redeem myself? What the hell was I thinking?" Scott asked himself, he was back in the trenches, their earthen walls closing in on him as he sat in his dugout and tried to avoid the rain. It had been raining for nearly a week now, but the German...
THE FRONT: PART 4
The rain resumed again, and the steady tapping noise only served to shatter Scott's nerves further. He raised his rifle and pointed it through the parapet slit and used the barrel to knock the decaying arm out of sight. That made him feel slightly...
THE FRONT: PART 3
The dark wrapped around Scott like a cloak, and although his ears were pricked all the way up, and although there was practically no noise Scott was still sure that there were Germans in the dark, waiting for the right moment to pounce and slit his...
THE FRONT: PART 1
The trench was damp, and littered with shell casings, and empty ration tins, and as Scott splashed into the ankle deep mud, several men looked up at him from dugouts, small rooms carved into the sides of the trench. "Replacement." One of them said...
Pretense
Pretense You don't have to look underneath my shirt to see what's in my chest -- there is only you -- you who are there where someone else should because of that one night I said things I didn't mean -- -- things I didn't mean...