Milites Noctes, Part 4
XIII. The climb burned the last of their gas. Hand over hand. Boots catching on rungs. Maintaining a precarious balance. 60 pounds of gear on their…
Milites Noctis, Part 3
XI. A light haze still surrounded them. No sign of the rest of the squad. Until ahead of them stood a man waiting. Dressed in olive green BDUs, he…
Flagrante Delicto
George Lewis was sweating. Called from the comfort of his cubicle, he was sweating. A typical e-mail from HR: “...would request your attendance in…
Milites Noctis, Part 2
VII. B3. A collection of utility rooms and conduits that was straight out of the 19th century. The air smelt of metal rot and urban bilge. They…
Milites Noctis, Part 1
I. The air smelt of burnt cordite. The squad leader, a solid square of a man named Sgt. Jamison, had shouted “Contact!” He and SAW gunner PFC…
Annarlathotep (Pussy Pogrom Redux)
Annarlathotep…the chattering chaos…I am the last…I will tell the sensate abomination of desolation… I can’t recall when it began exactly, one day to…
On the Boulevard Under the Swastika: A Heartwarming Tale of Hate, Part 3
VII. Jimmy stands up and sways, a little then a lot. It took a moment to get right with gravity and the Earth’s rotation. They set off among the live…
On the Boulevard Under the Swastika: A Heartwarming Tale of Hate, Part 2
V. Gee ran over to Jimmy excitedly. “They’re going to use it.” “What?” “The GIF. The projectionist downloaded it and Skattered Kunts are going to…
On the Boulevard Under the Swastika: A Heartwarming Tale of Hate, Part 1
I. He looked into her large, dark eyes, the kind that light never seemed to escape from. As if they could hold the whole of the world. “Don’t,” she…
Pussy Pogrom
Sing, O’ Muse, of passion and fiery lusts. A horny man, there is my story. And the bitter rancor of the sharp tongued Shebrew, Anna of the Red Scare…
