Misterdoe's Fiction

I walked into the house — mansion, really — following the instructions that had been mailed to me by “Anson Freedom Fighters.” In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a trap, or if it was Robin herself using the promise of help from the AFF to humor me. [...]

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That’s not even an attempt at a working title for whatever story this winds up going into. I just couldn’t come up with a name for it. It won’t be “Immaterial Girl,” though, since I already have “Emma-terial” as a working name for a story featuring a very similar character. Don’t really have a story [...]

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As I entered the house, a bottle of beer came floating my way. “Hi, honey,” said Marla’s disembodied voice in greeting, as unseen lips pecked me on the cheek.
“Hi, hon,” I answered, grabbing the open beer bottle from midair and taking a swig. “How was your day?”
“You know, same ol’ same ol’,” she answered as [...]

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