In a makeshift cell, AKA just some storage closet mostly cleared of supplies, a young Morgan Harding sits there in a chair, in three pairs
Category: 10 – Dog Days in Hotlanta
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
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