Short Story: The Phantom of the Opera.
- Richard slipped a finger between his throat and tie and loosened it's grip with one firm tug. It would soon be his time to move but a chilling anxiety began to settle into his deadened heart. Suddenly, he rose from his seat with a grave expression and mumbled something peculiar; "Just another kill...."
A choice for webcomic readers?
When you play games like Fallout or Mass Effect, you're given a certain degree of control over the nature of the main character and how the story in the game progresses. What if webcomic readers were offered similar choices?
Short Story: Who's to say?
The moonlight sprayed out between cracks along the dusty cedar roof of the old shack. Mac sat with his back slumped against the cold brick wall, peering into the night sky through a hole. New York City was full of run-down buildings and abandoned complexes; an indignant shadow of a once great society. The crumbling roof over Mac’s head was a testament to that.