Off Limits
#6 of respawn this is the sixth chapter of my noir space opera, respawn.
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 5) Mean Gene W24
(but you can't have a novel noir without cheap bourbon.) walking down the lakeview district always makes me uneasy.
Night is the Time for Killing
#4 of fall_from_grace this is part three of "a fall from grace" - a therian/otherkin mystery noir. recap: a popular surgeon leaps to his death from a hospital window. inspector quinn recruits his friend carter wolf to help him solve the case.
Roommates
"alright-- i'm thinkin' film noir tonight," the cat states before trotting off. kwandry looks after him, then goes back to working. just a bit more to do. the night is a good wind-down as they tended to be lately.
Quand le danger n\'est pas là où on l\'attend
Cette nuit noire qui le tracasse depuis quelques temps... il retrouve enfin son pont, où il se dépêche d'étaler son matériel.
Yet So Far Away
#4 of respawn continues as part of the same noir space opera as out of sight (https://www.sofurry.com/view/1236909), sticks & stones (https://www.sofurry.com/view/1336266), and a man to fish (https://www.sofurry.com/view/1337719).
A Man To Fish
Takes place in the same noir space opera as https://www.sofurry.com/view/1236909 and https://www.sofurry.com/view/1336266, a long time before either of them do.
Enter the Madman
In the living room we have two leather armchairs facing each other, yet adjacent to the noir mantelpiece where a roaring fire was lit underneath on those late, sleepless nights or those frosted cold days.
Carter Wolf - a Fall from Grace , Part I
Therian & otherkin team up in a crime noir about mind, murder and sweet, sweet jazz. we're off to a flying start, as a popular surgeon plummets to his death from an eleventh floor window. suicide or murder?
El cuento de Mamá Nutria (Crimen, Misterio, Policíaco)
**El cuento de Mamá Nutria, un caso de Eugenio Guerras y Katia Argerich** --¡Treinta y dos! Katia me gritó los últimos dos dígitos desde el sofá de la sala de estar, que marqué...
Havana or Hell, part one
_Havana or Hell_ I When I was a kid, my father built a small recording studio in our back yard. That was back in 1993, two years before the voices in his head told him to pack up and move out. It wasn't a fancy studio with automated mixers, digital...
Any Given Day
From a cupboard next to the sink, he pulled out a small glass, and from the fridge, a bottle of chardonnay noir. alexander carefully filled the glass half full, then put the wine back.