Saturday, April 1, 2017

The Needle Man, Part 4

The Needle Man, part 4
By Matthew “Snooglebum” Wasik




Delaney flopped down into her bed. She had no plans to go to sleep, but she figured if she was going to wait till nightfall to sneak out, she might as well be comfortable doing it. Besides, she was tired from all the sliding and climbing.
Nobody had been home when she’d arrived, so she’d been able to grab exactly what she needed to get through the ward: a sharp carving knife, stolen from the kitchen and hidden under her covers.
She wondered about her brother, and what would happen to him after the killing started. The Needle Man said he could work his magic on corpses, so maybe he could make Harvey into one of his creations. That would be fantastic, she thought.
She wanted to be the one to kill him.
The thought gave her the shivers, and gooseflesh stood out on her arms. She couldn’t wait to sink her needle-teeth into the flesh of her brother, to tear out his throat so he could be remade.
Her eyes flashed yellow in the fading light, and she grinned.

Friday, March 10, 2017

The Needle Man, Part 3

The Needle Man, part 3
By Matthew “Snooglebum” Wasik



“I found the girl!” called Caine, his voice excited. “She’s hurt!”
The search party that had been looking for Delaney had made tracks straight towards the old mine. John Carver, Delaney’s father, had joined them on the way there, and was proceeding along with a grim expression on his face. His angular face was damp with sweat, and his greasy black hair was plastered to his forehead. The search party turned a bend, and caught sight of Delaney herself, being helped along by Caine Summers. She was limping, trying to avoid putting weight on her left leg. Her face was set in a grimace-- it was obvious that she was in pain, and trying not to show it.
“Delaney!” said John Carver, anger on his face. “What were you thinking, going into that mine!?”

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Needle Man, part 2

The Needle Man, part 2
By Matthew “Snooglebum” Wasik



It was a typical summer day in quiet little Farthing Hollow. Ma Coulson was milking her cows as her helpers tended to her farm. Ace had already fired up his forge, setting about making a new axle for the town’s coach wagon, and the Tipsy Hound saloon was doing a roaring trade.
The inside of the Tipsy Hound was an inviting place, as far as the Frontier went. Ned Stalwart, the proprietor and barkeep, had an eye for looks that the average barkeep doesn’t. The walls were done up with warm tapestries sown by the Dust Men up north, and festooned with strings of glow-lamps that glimmered like lightning bugs. The lamps were set low, giving the saloon a quiet, almost mystical feeling-- a feeling enhanced some by the amount of alcohol flowing. An automatic piano sat in the corner of the bar, tapping out a merry rag all on its lonesome.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

The Needle Man, Part 1

The Needle Man, Part 1
By Matthew “Snooglebum” Wasik


Let me tell you about Farthing Hollow, a quiet little town on the dusty frontier. Now, it wasn’t a big, bustling city by anybody’s standards, but the people there were earnest, honest, and hardworking.
The kids there were rambunctious like you wouldn’t believe: running, shouting, and most of all exploring. Running through meadows, splashing through creeks, and climbing every tree they could. The parents shouted at the young’uns when they stayed out too late, but all told, the town was a safe little place.
But there was one place that was absolutely forbidden. One place the parents told their kids to stay far, far away from: the old mine on the outskirts of town. It was opened up back when the town was founded. When miners struck gold, they kept digging and digging… till the day they found something else. Something real nasty. Not a single one of the miners were ever found after that day, and the mine was closed off.  


Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Our Own Luck, Part 5

Our Own Luck, Part 5
By Matthew “Snooglebum” Wasik




Leomund Skavis cursed, fumbling with the door. He had been looking for something in the storage room when the power went out suddenly. The powered door he was trying to open should have had a way to open it manually, but it seemed to be stuck.
“Hi, mister Skavis!” said a voice behind him. Skavis froze. He knew that voice. He spun around, clicking on his flashlight. But there was no one there.
“No.” he said, disbelief in his voice. “I killed you. I saw you burn. What are you!?”

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Our Own Luck, Part 4

Our Own Luck, Part 4
By Matthew “Snooglebum” Wasik




Ty awoke slowly, the roof of the medbay gradually coming into focus. Everything was still blurry, and he was faintly nauseated. He looked to his side, his head lolling awkwardly. He saw Melody, hand-washing her bloodstained medical smock in the sink, the blue-tinged synthwater expunging the blood from the garment.
“Heeeeyyyyy Melody.” he said. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he could feel a faint pain in his chest. “Watcha doin’?”
Melody looked around and smiled. “Trying not to spread disease.” she said, holding up the smock. “How about yourself? How are you feeling?”
“Feel like my head is a balloon.” answered Ty. “What happened?”

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Our Own Luck, Part 3

Our Own Luck, Part 3
By Matthew “Snooglebum” Wasik



The Lady Lucky pulled into Parity Station the next day, the ship’s retro rockets firing to correct its course. It passed through the hangar bay’s quietly humming shield bubble, and into the bay proper. A series of midair landing lights glowed brightly, directing Ty to exactly where he should land the Lady Lucky.
“Alright, alright…. we… are on the ground!” said Ty triumphantly. He pressed the comms button and spoke into it: “ladies and gentlemen, feel free to unfasten your seatbelts, not that you needed them because I’m such a damn good pilot.”