The Good Doctor
# Chapter 10: The Good Doctor _June 11'th 1988 03:00 Hours The Kennel, London, England_ Sixty and I stared at each other as the last of the screams died away over the wireless. "What has happened, Brother?" Sixty whispered. His words were...
Cobblestones and Threadbare Shirts
# Chapter 2: Cobblestones and Threadbare Shirts _June 8'th 1988 02:00 Hours The Kennel, London, England_ For just an instant I hung in the air, two stories above the blacktop. Thousands of razor sharp shards of glass sparkled around me in the...
Chapter 11
"they were all murdered in the eighties," foxy said, "ye'll probably never know what happened t' 'em..." "maybe not, but we can try, right?" freddy asked. "maybe so..." clyde shrugged. "what time is it?" foxy asked.
Family Days 4
He would usually go about eighty miles an hour on the interstate but he was at fifty five. there were other cars zooming down the road but he felt perfectly content at the speed.
A Good Old Copper
# Chapter 11: A Good Old Copper _June 11'th 1988 13:00 Hours London, England_ When next I woke my head rested on something soft. I opened my eyes to see the bottom of a muzzle. Sixty was staring off into the distance. "Good Dog," he...
I Applied for a Delivery Job and Got Turned Into a Flying Reindeer?! Chapter Twenty One
"justin, row fifty seven," lena told them, "spot three hundred eighty four." justin looked down to see that they were standing at row fifty seven. the squares in front of him were numbered three hundred eighty to three hundred eighty nine.
Murder at the Speed of Life, part 3
._ they were all co-authors on a paper in a psychology journal dating back to the late eighties. i knew it was a long shot, but i didn't have much else to go by.
Wasteland Survivor – Aftermath - ch10
While watching it intently, i murmured, very quietly, "eighty five and a half, and counting..."
Quiet Halls and Softer Footfalls
As far as i knew greater than eighty of them were still alive. i should be proud. i wasn't. i looked down.
The Kennel
It was all the classic british bobby had been given, and all that we were given in this modern age of the eighties.
Capital Value
_i still remember turning back to look at nurturers yellow eighty-two and eighty-eight the day the dining hall wall exploded.
The Scent of Blood
"i scored under eighty one percent." my voice was rough. he made that strangled noise again, louder this time. "under eighty one? and they didn't dispose of you?" "seems not." i glanced over to him.