9:05, by Adam Cadre pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (544 ratings) The phone rings. Oh, no — how long have you been asleep? Sure, it was a tough night, but... This is bad. This is very bad. The phone rings. |
Aisle, by Sam Barlow pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (326 ratings) "Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly. On to the next aisle... Aisle started out as a... |
Anchorhead, by Michael Gentry pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (409 ratings) You take a deep breath of salty air as the first raindrops begin to spatter the pavement, and the swollen, slate-colored clouds that blanket the sky mutter ominous portents amongst themselves over the little... |
Best of Three, by Emily Short pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (62 ratings) |
Galatea, by Emily Short pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (346 ratings) Emily Short's description: A conversation with a work of art. "47. Galatea. White Thasos marble. Non-commissioned work by the late Pygmalion of Cyprus. (The artist has since committed suicide.) Originally... |
I-0, by Anonymous pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (158 ratings) Stranded on Interstate Zero after your car broke down, you are miles away from the last sign of civilization. It's twenty minutes to noon and the temperature is well over 120°F. It's beginning to look like... |
Lock & Key, by Adam Cadre pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (78 ratings) |
The Lurking Horror, by Dave Lebling pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (94 ratings) A winter night at the G.U.E. tech campus with most students away on vacation serves as the backdrop for this tale of Lovecraftian horror. |
Metamorphoses, by Emily Short pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (133 ratings) You wake to stillness. The hammering, banging, and shouting that kept you awake half the night are gone. The air is cold, and something smells burnt. Your master's experiments must be finished, but with what... |
Shrapnel, by Adam Cadre pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (170 ratings) |
Textfire Golf, by Adam Cadre pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (24 ratings) Stand steady at the tee... head down... slow backswing. Now, drive your tee shot 220 yards down the fairway, splitting a pair of sandtraps. Loft a five iron onto the green. And sink a twenty foot putt for a... |
Varicella, by Adam Cadre pearceduncan's rating: Average member rating: (132 ratings) You are Primo Varicella, Palace Minister at the Palazzo del Piemonte. This title is unlikely to impress anyone. Piedmont is the laughingstock of the Carolingian League, and the Palace Ministry has devolved... |