Gloomy Wednesday: RB’s Turn

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Balthazar limped into the kitchen, sniffing the floor for crumbs. His paw was still aching. He was still starving. And Willem hadn’t come home last night. After two rounds around the kitchen floor and one squeeze in between the chairs to check under the table, Balthazar went out the doggie door.

Nose to the ground, he began to sniff.

Crack! Continue reading

Gloomy Wednesday: Ella’s Turn

Melissa Slogar laid sideways across her bed and stared up at the underside of her lacy pink canopy. She was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored. The house was so empty these days. There was no one to play with, nothing to do. Her mother was hardly ever home and there was no one else left. They didn’t even have those awful parties anymore because practically everyone else was dead, which was so boring. Dead people were boring. Her mother was boring. This empty house was boring. Boring boring boring. Continue reading

Gloomy Wednesday: RB’s Turn

Willem Stark was a happy man—um, no, wait—he was sad, very sad. The death of his boss, Old Dam, his long time friend—cough-bullshit-cough— rocked him. He doesn’t know how he can go on. It was a complete surprise to be named the sole heir of the Blackwater fortune. How touching. She really did care for him underneath that brittle, nasty tempered—um—sweet, loving face.  

Willem gripped the phone tighter. “I’m sorry. What was that? Did you just say the heir is Balthazar? The dog? Surely—” Continue reading

Gloomy Wednesday: RB’s Turn

Elias E. Gorr was in a bit of a pickle.

Being allowed entrance into the secret underground poker tournament had given him nothing but pleasure the last few weeks. He’d never have thought his ability to lie to the law about the illegal activities the professor required of him would come in handy. But, alas, he was shockingly good at bluffing.

Too good apparently. Continue reading

Gloomy Wednesday: Ella’s Turn

Melissa Slogar sat Grogar the teddy bear carefully down in the corner of the old bench by the lake, then sat down on the other end of the bench, as far from the teddy bear as she could get while still technically sitting with the bear. After weeks in the prison infirmary the doctors had concluded that whatever the teddy bear had once been, he was now no more than an inanimate object. Continue reading

Gloomy Wednesday: RB’s Turn

*ding dong* Even from the grave Mordecai was causing trouble. Old Dam sat in the kitchen. It was one of few rooms that hadn’t been destroyed by the fire. *ding dong* Unclenching her fists, she ran her hand over the handle of her scythe. Perhaps she’ll have to clean her most prized possession tonight. *ding dong, ding dong* Her hand tightened around the handle. Why wouldn’t they leave her alone?  Continue reading