October 15th The bubbles of the Good Witch Glinda had always fascinated her – even despite the special effects technology of 1939. They had just looked…magical and perfect. Strong enough to carry a person, but ready to pop at a moment’s notice. Stef rested her back against the wall of the oubliette, and stared […]
It was a strange feeling to be asked to report to your own office.
No one bothered him when he used the corner of the gym. Curt stretched his arms high above his head, cleared his mind, then started to do squats. The gym was fairly quiet this time of day – well between scheduled training, and the voluntary, scheduled sessions that his peers coordinated. Most would listen to […]
The cafe was large, airy, and had a living nymph providing live flower arrangements as performance art, set to quiet, inoffensive pop music. ‘I am never going to get over how cool the world is,’ Stef said as she sat down. She hesitated as she looked at the window. ‘Hey, um, a window seat didn’t […]
The glamour store was at once cool and incredibly, incredibly creepy. Stef touched the empty skin suit hanging to her right, maintaining contact for three seconds before jumping away from it, and wiping her hand on her hands like she had touched something…evil or rotten or cursed.
The visits to the oubliette had taken on an easy routine. A visit, a little catch-up on what was happening in the Agency, and a meal appropriate to the time of day. It was easy, it was comfortable, but it was stagnant. And it was easy to see that the stagnancy was getting to Stef. […]
Mimosa wouldn’t stop crying, and it was drawing stares.
Stef unwrapped another burger and ate hungrily – already feeling her stomach wanting to rebel. Eating too much after eating not enough wasn’t the smartest combination, but the burger was just too good.
Curt loved the Local Court in the early hours of the morning – it was quiet, the only people around were those opening their stores, or coming through from Fairyland for their rides to regular jobs – whether it was by pre-arranged taxi, or crow. Getting the weekly liaison package was a task he’d gladly […]
Nine million… Time passed. Ten-million-and-one. Spyder. You’ll throw off my count. Spyder, this is crazy, even for you.