The dark-gold nectar poured slow, like syrup, but didn’t smell like anything Folie had ever smelled before. She swished it in the old glass and looked through it at the bartender, bent out of shape by the light’s sudden deceleration in the thick liquid.
The Coca-Cola Enforcement Squad: Case Two
He flipped open the cylinder of his Coca-Cola Magnum .44. Two shots left. Goddammit. He would have to make them count. Concrete spat from the wall by his head as a fresh hail of bullets came his way.
The Coca-Cola Enforcement Squad: Case One
My name’s Mathis; I’m with the Coca-Cola Enforcement Squad. That’s Detective Sergeant Mathis to you. It’s my job to keep the Company safe from the scum of the earth who might damage its bottom line. The way this case started out, it made me sick.
Also, I started a Ko-Fi! If you want to, you could use it to send me a tip to ease the sting of my inevitable mental degradation over the course of this project: Ko-fi.com/charlieplumb
Maybe’s as Good as You Get: Chapter Four
His flesh scorched and blackened in the flames of the cruiser, and Hugh screamed. She had left him to die – her own husband! He kicked and kicked until the melting windshield bent and broke, and climbed out onto the grass, his black uniform burning off him as he fell to the ground.
After a minute, he decided he wasn’t dead and got to his feet.
Maybe’s As Good As You Get: Chapter Three
Rita smiled thinly when she saw her husband coming up the driveway. She hadn’t got much chance to see her mother, but the visit would do her good anyway.
He didn’t get out of the car, just sat there idling at the end of the path through the little tree-lined front garden of the Shady Rest retirement home. She would go to him. That was how he wanted it. She looked over her shoulder at the nurse who showed her out, now retreating to attend to some complaint from another resident…
Maybe’s As Good As You Get: Chapter Two
Hugh Blake wasn’t a big man, but the space he took up in a room was huge. He seemed to give off some kind of energy that made standing too close to him impossible: like a radioactive core you got too hot and had a tendency to get hurt in the process.
Maybe’s As Good As You Get: Chapter One
He had followed her into the bar that was so empty even the roaches hadn’t woken up yet and sat down. While she was cleaning the overnight spiderwebs off the bar and glasses she looked sideways at him, trying to get the measure of what he was here for.
Planet of the Sorcerer: Chapter Sixteen
They had made camp in the midst of a rock formation that rose up on all sides of them but for a narrow pass that opened out into a circular space.
Planet of the Sorcerer: Chapter Fifteen
Their escape through the furnace level was more fraught than anticipated. “There they are!” Luna heard the woman who had guided them to the Library level yell. She must have had some idea of revenge in her heart all along. Luna wondered if it made a difference that Vich-Clac wasn’t actually there with them.
It didn’t matter now, of course, that the gold-uniformed Magistrates were on their tail. Before they turned and ran, Luna noticed that the pursuers were brandishing pistols in their left hands. They looked like early-model revolvers. She had seen one in a museum once, that she’d been robbing. Killed by a museum piece… didn’t bear thinking about…
Planet of the Sorcerer: Chapter Fourteen
The cloth that covered Luna’s mouth and nose did little to alleviate the stench of death and excrement. Above her head, water dripped from ancient stalactites that clung to the vaulted roof of the tunnel. The light from her torch seemed afraid to go too far through the thick, steaming atmosphere.
Behind her, Vil-Odek’s sandals splashed on the brick floor. She tried not to think about what they splashed in.
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