I hate coming to the Peach Towers food court on Saturdays, because it’s always filled with shoppers carrying a half dozen shopping bags (or having
Category: 05 – The Worst Mystery
“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t listening,” R8PR says. “I have the Labor Party debate on in my right-side audio receptors.”
I’m trying to sort out this extremely horrible mystery together in my head, but none of it is fitting together like I’d like. Though, sitting
“JUSTICE FOR JONES! JUSTICE FOR JONES!” That’s not one you hear every day. But you do hear it sometimes, which really shocks me, especially for
So we’re back together, the three of us, again in midtown, where the neon night lights up bright.
There’s a certain period of time people like to call the “magic hour.” It’s not exactly a full hour necessarily, but it’s a period right
The police in Atlanta are pretty infamous for being not that good at their jobs. Yeah sure, the crime rate’s lowered a lot since the
“You really thought I wouldn’t show up?” Lamar asks, meeting Karina and me at the street corner we’ve been waiting at for the past half-hour.
“Well, that was pretty uneventful,” I say, stepping off the auto-conbini after it FINALLY makes a new stop somewhere else in the city. It took
“Why do they think we can just get rid of robots and make all the old jobs come back…” Karina grumbles. “It’s ridiculous. They can’t