anti
Joe wiggled a spoon between closed fingers. "No, no, he literally picked it up off the floor and _ate_ it." "You're fuckin' with me," Bob said. "Saw it with my own eyes. Half the table, too. He kept saying he didn't." Bob laughed. "Class-A...
xar (casual)
Gastronomically Gastronomic's coffee was subpar. Their danishes weren't anything extraordinary, just chunks of over-sweetened jams inside greasy pastry coated with squiggles of grainy frosting. The touted special, the Bowler Hat, was special only in...
xar, redux (2)
**vhair** It was the third series of knocks upon the door. Each time, Gathrok could hear - no, feel - the tarnished steel knocker chipping away at the splintering, rotting oak, the wooden threads swirling about the stranger's hand. He had...