Killian stood on the stoop of 1666 Red Street and sighed. He glanced over at Morris, casually smoking one of his god-awful clove cigarettes. “How are you so goddamn calm?” Morris shrugged. “Getting all worked up about it don’t make it easier.” “I hate removal day.” “Everybody hates removal day,” Morris said. “Now, you gonna…
When Death walked into the End Times Tavern, Pestilence was waiting for him. The specter of disease raised one pale, bloated hand and waved her colleague over to a table with four chairs near the bar. “You the first?” Death said and plopped into a leather chair, his bones rattling. Pestilence nodded and took a…
Bradley is on the register for my shift. He’s the best-looking guy at Coffin Coffee. Dark skin, deep voice, and a lean, athletic build. If I didn’t have work to do, I’d consider a hook-up. I’ve seen the glances he throws my way. Alas, duty calls. The first customer through the door is a garden-variety…
Time Waits for One Man By Aeryn Rudel “Okay, so you’re immortal?” Nadine set her iPhone on the table and pressed record. “I won’t register on that,” said the man seated across from her. He was tall and thin, with a sharp nose, a wide, clear brow, and eyes so brown they were almost…
