Driving back home, Anne had trouble relaxing. Thinking it through, she felt like she had to be in the clear. Shade had gotten justice, while Anne had managed to somehow get on the law enforcement’s good side, for once. At least, Anne was on the law enforcement’s good side if Jennifer had as much pull […]

Hey all! A Worse Idea is wrapping up soon, which means we’re about to head into the new book (I’m still debating between two names for it this is so embarrassing). I want to make sure the plot is a bit more coherent this time around, so I’m taking a couple days off from posting in […]

Prometheus chewed his bottom lip. “Good.” He shook his head. “Good?” “She got what she deserved. Shade didn’t deserve…” Anne couldn’t bear to say it. “But her killer did.” “Bet Janet’s killer thought the same thing. Hell, Janet might’ve thought the same thing when she was killing Shade. When does the killing stop? How does […]

“I’ve really tried to help you, Anne. Have you seen that?” Prometheus asked. Anne kept her eyes firmly on the floor. She knew she couldn’t look at him. “What’s this about?” she asked. Prometheus sighed, shoulders hunched over as he watched Anne — looking for a tell, something that would tell him whether she was […]

“Like?” Anne asked. She wanted to get a read on his headspace before figuring out a fuller response. And anyway, there were a lot of things he could want to talk to her about. “I believe in the goodness of people,” he said, voice baritone. She really had to bite her tongue when he said […]

The cops arrived shortly after The Angels of Heck left. They had a lot of questions: why were these killers coming after Anne, where did they go, and why was there jizz everywhere? At the end of the day, they were honestly too tired and overworked to give a shit. And so they left, promising […]

Croconator murdered the shit out of The Killer’s Gallery. He was all pew pew pew and blam blam blam and shit. Assassins trained in the art of swords and ninja swords and shit were no match for a nutjob with a gun. But, you know, guns are great. Woohoo go America. So glad we’ve got […]

The Killer’s Gallery was abuzz with energy. Killing the asshole VC named Tim had just made them feel so much more unified. The programmer allowed them renewed access to what they had hoped would become their greatest weapon: Randy the cyborg. And they no longer felt bound to their app, which clearly suffered due to […]

The Angels of Heck’s lead guitarist — a man who only moments ago had been whacking Anne with a guitar — needed to come to a decision. Was this the appropriate time to suggest an orgy? He came to the wrong conclusion. “Hey,” he said, wiping some of Jizz Man’s jizz off his face. “I […]

Oh, if that grenade could talk. It’d probably say something like, “Man, my life span is shitty,” or, “I wish I was featured in a better book. Seriously, Billy Higgins Peery, what the fuck is the plot of this thing?” (To which I would reply, “shut the fuck up,” and “I’m trying, okay?” and “Look […]