Vignette: Your Unfriendly Neighborhood Ghost Goat
It had been seven years, almost to the day. Michael leaned his shoulders and head back against a mostly-naked oak as he stared at the small house a hundred feet away. The tip of his left horn wedged itself uncomfortably and unexpectedly into the bark...
Vignette: Damn the Tropes! Full Speed Ahead!
Ghost Goat admired the scenery but didn't really take it in. Some greens and browns in the pines, a glitchy patch of purple where an image file busted, and most of all whites and blues of earth and sky, with the glinting sun rendering it all...
Waiting for the Notification
He wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't just do nothing. To be sure, he _should_ do nothing, but it was beyond his capability to do. He anxiously tapped his fingers in rhythmic succession against his desk, again and again. He grabbed his mouse and...