Chapter 10 - Too Used To Death
Featuring more yakuza scumbaggery.
2025-04-13 12:30:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Featuring more yakuza scumbaggery.
2025-04-13 12:30:14 +0000 UTC View Post
STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2025-03-23 13:04:58 +0000 UTC View Post
Phil and Lumina reveal their true power, the power of shipping! Who will they target next?
2025-03-17 11:36:17 +0000 UTC View Post
Looks like the monsters are unionizing this chapter!
2025-03-09 13:39:46 +0000 UTC View Post
Don't have much to say other than cheers to ya'll and have a good week!
2025-03-02 14:03:09 +0000 UTC View Post
Jean's deck was one I wanted to bust out for quite a while. Glad to finally use it, and there's still a few more parts to it yet to be revealed!
2025-02-23 13:49:46 +0000 UTC View Post
Borger shoppe. Nom!
2025-02-16 13:02:47 +0000 UTC View Post
Here's chapter 1 lads, good to be back.
2025-02-09 12:28:52 +0000 UTC View PostCass waited by the barn for a full day watching the flames die down. Even as night passed into morning, then afternoon and night again, she did not move from where she sat on the hood of Mr. Moon’s car, rifle cradled in her arms like a protective charm. She didn’t know exactly what&n...
2025-02-02 13:48:53 +0000 UTC View PostHis gun was gone. Mr. Moon hadn’t the faintest idea where it had been lost, but neither did he have the time to think over it. Before him was a massive bald man, covered in thick hues of dripping crimson blood. The man was grinning, almost as if he reveled in the chaos filling the barn.
H...
2025-01-26 13:37:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe needle of the speedometer trembled from where it hovered somewhere high in the hundreds. Ordinarily that speed, on a country road filled with twists and turns, would be lunacy, but he knew there was no time to waste. The remaining Russian, Vladischov, had a head start of at least five minutes...
2025-01-19 15:14:03 +0000 UTC View PostBefore the chapter starts, FYI for all paying Patreon members: I expect to finish with Urban Nirvana within a month, maybe a month and a half. After that I plan on writing a sequel to Frog out of Water. There will be no advance chapters for Patreon members for that as it is a fan work. I have no ...
2025-01-12 16:24:22 +0000 UTC View PostThe stolen two-seater Chevrolet pickup truck slammed into the side of the FBI agent’s Buick to a shrieking chorus of broken glass and crumpled metal. Vladischov was out of the vehicle’s cab in a flash – while the impact had been brutal, unlike his prey he was ready for it. What pain he felt...
2025-01-05 15:11:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe Henryks farm. Mr. Moon didn’t recognize the name at all, but that did not mean much. The country was filled with old farmsteads, both ones still being actively worked and ones rotting away to nothing in both the physical sense and in the sense of memory. Frankly, the hiding spot was not bad...
2024-12-29 15:02:54 +0000 UTC View PostMr. Moon lowered the revolver in his hands once it became clear the madman was not returning. In a flash it had started, in a flash it had ended. Dag let out a pained grunt as he stepped away from the broken window. The man had taken a serious beating. Mr. Moon had as well – a fact that his rib...
2024-12-22 14:25:34 +0000 UTC View PostOnce more it felt as if the world was holding its breath. That was what it appeared to be in Cass’s eyes. The door separating the office from the hallway and the living room was cast wide open. Even as she violently shivered, fighting the rising bile in her throat amid attempts to keep her eyes...
2024-12-15 13:54:36 +0000 UTC View PostFor once in Cass’s life, being in her father’s office at home was not a comforting feeling. The fireplace, once so warm and cozy, felt otherworldly now. Like it served another master, one more uncaring and malicious than her dad could ever be. The display on the wall above the fireplace was s...
2024-12-08 14:27:05 +0000 UTC View PostSteve held out a cautioning hand to Ms. Miller, beckoning her to stand away from the door to the basement. It could be nothing. It could be hooligans breaking into the house for fun thinking the occupants were still at the wake. Hell, it could be a raccoon. A big raccoon.
Steve eased the sa...
2024-12-01 15:07:10 +0000 UTC View PostCass flung herself to the side as Mr. Moon came crashing over the fence, a coarse string of swears flying from her lips as her hands scrabbled for her pistol. In the innermost parts of her mind, the sight of the agent’s gun pointing right at her face registered, but it was drowned out by the sc...
2024-11-24 14:46:05 +0000 UTC View PostIt felt like a mirror of her desperate escape from the police station. Everything traveled in slow motion. Moving the tiny muscles in her fingers to begin squeezing the trigger felt like she was trying to push a mountain across a football field instead.
And then it all shifted. Dag stepped ...
2024-11-17 14:39:50 +0000 UTC View PostCompared to the steadily darkening sky, the warm light leaking out from the windows and the open door of the Sothermen Funeral Home felt like there was a completely different world contained inside the building. Or was it just him?
Mark couldn’t tell anymore. It felt like everything in hi...
2024-11-10 14:32:36 +0000 UTC View PostLife Celebration for Those Threads Cut Short
7:00 p.m., Tuesday
Sothermen Funeral Home
All Are Welcome
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Steve finished wrapping the coal-black tie around his neck, absentmindedly watching Ms. Miller pull a tray of gooey chocolate chip cookies out from ...
2024-11-03 11:05:32 +0000 UTC View PostMr. Moon slipped the gloves off his hands, pulling himself from a crouch to his full height to observe the new arrivals on the scene. His gloves, still dyed rust-red with dried blood from his investigation, were placed on top of the nearby gas pump for later use. People were still swarming the st...
2024-10-27 14:09:51 +0000 UTC View PostFive in the morning. That was when Mr. Moon got the call. It wasn’t a notice from Ms. Miller, but rather a panicked radio message from Paul, the temporary chief of police. The man had hardly been thrilled about the sudden promotion – a feeling that Mr. Moon could understand. In the frantic ho...
2024-10-20 14:02:40 +0000 UTC View PostMr. Moon unconsciously tapped out a drumbeat on the steering wheel with his fingers. There was little sense rushing even after hearing what Ms. Miller had to say over the radio. Whoever it was that Steve saw, they were likely gone in the wind now. On foot, but with the sense to keep away from the...
2024-10-13 13:06:21 +0000 UTC View PostCass’s breath hissed through her teeth as she surveyed the damage. All four tires on their ‘borrowed’ patrol car were slashed. It was the same with her dad’s car. Every tire was damaged past the point of usefulness, with deep and long slashes that would prevent them from holding air for e...
2024-09-29 13:48:59 +0000 UTC View PostHouses whizzed by like blurred afterimages in the distance under the rapidly darkening evening sky. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, marking the transition from early evening to twilight.
“Less than a minute out.” Dag rumbled into the handheld radio, more for the benefit of...
2024-09-22 13:34:26 +0000 UTC View Post“Second floor’s clear!” Dag’s voice thundered from above. Mr. Moon did not reply, only filing Dag’s report away in his head while he continued to methodically search through the main floor. The living room was empty. So was the entrance, the hall, and the hall closet. Part of him wonder...
2024-09-15 13:46:53 +0000 UTC View Post