Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Three
The front was dimly lit. Wall sconces helped illuminate the room as various forms of LED lighting carved various arabesques on the walls. The tables were lit by electric lamps discreetly shaded. A few ladies in white livery went around the area doing...
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Two
I can barely believe my luck, Joe thought to himself as he pedaled back home. He cast a quick glace over his shoulder at the building before focusing on the traffic. Soon, he was at home, and, after placing the bike in the rack near the door, walked in...
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part One
The voice on the other end of the line was cool and calm. "Welcome to Barjocks. Where can I direct your call?" "Uhm, I'm responding for the ad in the newspaper," Joe said. "Give me a moment to direct the call, sir," the receptionist said. A small...
True to Form: Part Twelve
Imagine a blank slate. A white plane without any linear descriptions. Now imagine an unseen hand - or several hands - drawing crudely at first, but with greater assurance and skill, on the undefined areas. At the same time, color is added in heavy...
True to Form: Part Eleven
"What the hell did you do?" I asked, looking at the ornate clock on the wall. Only six hours have passed since I got the game...? Wait. "Time warp." I looked at Carlos, who still grinned widely. "That what it does, right?" The wolf nodded. "Yeppers!...
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 4
Frankie was having a rather good time at his table. A broad bulldog in skin-tight spandex took his order while a hunky gryphon in green gave him a nicely-made gin and tonic. He looked around at the establishment, enjoying the scantily-clad eye...
True to Form: Prologue
She sat behind a glass workdesk, her suit slimly accentuating her lines. She wore a sunny smile, her head tilted a bit to the side. Her hair matched the suit, both sun-kissed yellow. "Thank you for coming, sir, and welcome. I take it you are here to...