Snakewaist (Part Two)

(Part One)

“Barf! Barf, barf, barf!” Clandestiny cursed into the channel.  “What do we do?”

“I don’t know; I wasn’t expecting this,” Drupe admitted.  “Quick, under there!”  The fairanquin tiptoed across the sidewalk and threw itself under a wood-slatted bench at the edge of Piston City’s one tiny park.  Its limbs retracted as much as possible.  The sun had been down for several hours, and most of the bumblers were asleep in their beds, but not the crowd gathered around Wallup Tower. Continue reading

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Snakewaist (Part One)

(Author’s Note: This story was conceived when politics in the U.S. went especially sour in 2016.  It’s all my fury over what happened.  This is a story for those looking to defeat and escape the smothering presence of one particular flopping sack of curdled capitalist cream and microwaved id.  I fight him the only way I can, with fairies in human-sized mechs.  Enjoy…)

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A bubble, tiny and blue, rose out of Chaxium’s pants pocket.  It kept pace with her brisk walk as it rose to her face and popped in front of her eyes.  She ignored it.  Another bubble squeezed out and popped on the other side of her face.  It was just going to keep going like that until she checked it or changed her settings.  Chaxium stopped.  There were others walking behind her, so she had to move over to the railing to let them pass. Continue reading

The Detectorate 7/6c (Finale)

(Against the Grain will return after these messages from our sponsor)

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The Detectorate 7/6c (Part Three)

It was awfully quiet for a place where so much money changed hands.  There were tons of poker players there that night; as a crowd they tended to know how to keep their eyes down and their mouths shut.  Half of them wore sunglasses even though it was the middle of the night.  The other half had toothpicks in their mouths, just enough of a disturbance to make their tiniest smiles or frowns undetectable.

It was a private apartment, high above the streets of Midway, so excessive noise wouldn’t have helped anyway.  Still, it didn’t feel like much of a party.  The loudest noises were the clinking of glasses and the brief scrapes of USB drives docking and undocking from various ports.  Every dealer had a box next to them with at least four ports, perfect repositories for the digital currency while the guests gambled.  Should the police burst in the boxes would automatically cancel everything they held and wipe their own memories. Continue reading

The Detectorate 7/6c (Part Two)

(Scene Change)

Eirene wondered if her father had more of a literary talent than she had initially thought, because the two houses that made up the Odeck family compound did appear to be stitched together, like the arguing children of a mad scientist.  They were bound by a tunnel of unpainted wood, with nearly every board having come from a different source.  There was one window on the tunnel, its frame an actual picture frame.

It was a nightmarish playhouse already, but the image was further enhanced by the entertainment and sport debris littered all over the yard and in the branches of a giant twisted elm tree, the roots of which crawled into the gray asphalt driveway and broke it into chunks like lava rock. Continue reading

The Detectorate 7/6c (Part One)

This program is a work of fiction.  Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Intro Narration: Law enforcement is taken seriously in the township of Little Pond, Massachusetts.  A new crime wave, worsened by local corruption, has convinced its people that elections are now necessary for its detectives as well as its sheriff.  The first two candidates for this experimental program, called the Detectorate, are Eirene Amstead and Cincinattus Golfort.  These stories are the evidence of their efforts, conviction, and dedication to their constituents.

Intro theme tune by Zizi Caraway

Produced by Heath Moose

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Manifest of the West (Finale)

The Legend of Broadside Barnaby

Old Thresher the card shark.  Remember him?  I bested his challenge more than a hundred times over and it were way past due for him to give up the location of Broadside Barnaby.  He were the last name left.  With him collected the Manifest would be complete, everyone accounted for in myth, and I could have my pa back.  My family could have the eventual peace that I worked so hard to disrupt. Continue reading