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A Worse Idea 39

Prometheus sat up. “It’s possible. She’s not in the safest line of work.” “Uh, bartending?” Anne panicked. “Haha, yeah. Bartending sure is…” Prometheus tilted his head down slightly, peering over his sunglasses at Anne. It was what many people referred to as ‘The Look’. “You mean the other line of work.” “Yeah,” Prometheus said. “You […]

A Worse Idea 38

The day after Shade had camped out in Anne’s room, Prometheus lay on a lounge chair. The Sun beat down on his face, but it didn’t bother him. In fact, wearing his sunglasses, he quite enjoyed it. He tilted the bottle back, letting the beer slide into his throat. A good day. He had to […]

A Worse Idea 37

You see, the dog Janet lay on actually belonged to a pretty rich guy. We won’t get into him too much, because let’s be honest, this has been enough of a tangent. But suffice it to say he was pretty surprised to find a naked orphan riding his dog. More than that, he was even […]

A Worse Idea 36

Janet, the bad-ass microscopic bitch who lived on a quark, wasn’t raised quite right. You see, she had a no-good father who never did nothing for nobody. He left Janet’s mother before Janet was even born. Janet — missing her father, even if he was a tiny, tiny smaller-than-quark-sized lifeform like herself — grew up […]

A Worse Idea 35

A long fuckin’ time ago, the universe began. Now, you might have some questions, like, “what the fuck is going on?” and “what story I’m reading?” or maybe even just, “is the guy writing this drunk right now? Well, the answers to these questions are “You’re reading a story,” “You’re reading a story named A […]

A Worse Idea 34

Meanwhile, off in a dark boardroom on the Californian coast, a group of shadowy figures sat hunched around a table. “It would seem that things are going according to plan,” one of the men said, stroking a cat. “Yes,” a second man said, stroking his chin. “All according to plan.” A third man stroked the […]

A Worse Idea 33

By the time the fifth hour had arrived, Anne was bored. At least when she’d killed people, she hadn’t made them wait. Anne had a point; punctuality is important. “So,” Anne said, standing right next to the window, looking out at all the students going to class. “I’ve got a class I’m supposed to be […]

A Worse Idea 32

Shade and Anne sat there for hours, waiting for a killer. At first, it was really intense. Shade was weirder than Anne had ever seen, almost as if she’d given up on life. At the end of the first hour, doubt had begun to form. Neither of them could fathom what the assassin was doing. […]

A Worse Idea 31

Praetor VII looked at the bottles of booze that lined the bar. Vodka, rum, tequila, whiskey. Aperitifs, digestifs, and more. In the future, these were treasures unheard of. He gazed at them in awe. Set his gun down on the bar counter and crawled over the counter. The light hit the bottles in a way […]

A Worse Idea 30

Meanwhile, back at the bar, Praetor VII stood at the very spot Shade had teleported away from. He hadn’t been particularly shocked or dismayed to see her go. He had, after all, done his homework on the girl the Killer’s Gallery had assigned him to kill. He knew she could teleport, which is why he’d […]