I’m… somewhere. In some large, windowless building that’s decorated with fake Edo Period prints and tacky samurai suits of armor everywhere. There’s a katana on
Category: The Story
All it took was another phone call. I didn’t even have to say anything, just call and hang up as soon as she connected, and
I got a request this week: Please vote for ATL on Royal Road. There’s a new ranking system involving votes, a lot like Top Web
Story Shout-Out: If you haven’t read Salvos yet, you really should! I also recommend posting comments throughout the entire novel, asking the author about when the Salvos
I wake up with the front door getting kicked in. The police barge into my apartment, open the blinds, and stand right over me. They
I’m walking down a nighttime city street with Hope Winters, a celebrity politician and one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met in person.
“Thanks for everything, Bill,” Morgan, also known as me, says awkwardly. Yes, I’m completely self-aware about it and everything, and yet I’m unable to do
“Run away! Run away!” I scream at the top of my lungs. A medley of bullets ring out of the house in front of Bill
Walking around J-District by yourself in the evening can be an overwhelming experience with all the people around, all the meaty smoke rising from the
So many steps, so many barriers to solving what should be such a simple evil conspiracy… Not only am I out here in the sweltering