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...
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Four
They were back at the main office. Mike was also there, nursing a Jersey Lightning. Joe had a small medicinal tot of brandy and soda in his hands. Billy, the rhino bouncer, was there also, along with a police officer, who was scribbling on a...
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...
True to Form: Part Six
The sunshine girl flashed a sunny smile when she saw me as I stepped through the entrance. "Hello sir!" "Don't you 'hello sir' me!" I said, slipping into a chair across from her. "I want to know what is going on with my software." The smile melted...
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...
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 1
It was a beautiful morning. The storm the night before left behind clouds that glowed pale amber in the early sunshine. A light breeze helped to freshen the area and removed the straggling fog that settled down after the rain. Sounds of another day...
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 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: Part Eight
The tunnel ran deep through the area, the floor covered with thick layers of sludge and silt while the walls glistened with abnormal slimes. Anyone going through the area would be certainly be at odds trying to get through it unstained. Beyond the...
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 2
"So, when will the drink lose its effect?" Mike said, looking at the dozing moose. Carl shrugged, his bulk straining the seams of his shirt. "No idea, Mikey." They were in Huxley's reception room, along with two other guys. They were massive...
True to Form: Part Seven
"Hello?" I entered the house and closed the door behind me. I raised my voice a bit. "Hello?" "Hello!" Moose came through the hallway dressed in an apron and a chef's hat. "You're just in time; lunch is about to be served." "Wait, what?" I asked,...
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!...