GRAYLING FURNITURE WORKSThe Grayling Furniture Works...it’s really a place you want to stay away from. Very far away, and then some more distance is the best advice. The abandoned factory is a cursed spot heavy with the spirits of too many dead folks – and it’s heavy with the evil that plays gleefully among the rubble.Or is it all just superstitious tales told by old drunks, stories whispered between girls?That’s the general attitude taken by real estate developers after they pick up the land for pennies on the dollar. Come hell or high water, there shall be a luxury housing development bestowed upon this land.One problem.Our enterprising developers need to eliminate the generalized public fear of the place.Better do something quick.And let’s not spend too much money getting the job done.Let’s hope they survive.
THAT DARK SWEET TASTE
Careful about what other people promise you.
It’s nearly Summer of 1975 and Pacini’s workpal Gus Butler is taking him to his hometown so they get some deep sea fishing accomplished.
Sounds groovy. Ain’t groovy, though. Pacini ends up stranded in the charming burg of Butler, Florida with a bunch of religious zealot types, a big bully, and (he can’t help but notice) no fishing. There’s a pretty woman, though. Nice.
There’s also Pacini’s lifelong problem to deal with. That’s Pacini himself. He digs bullying other people, he grooves on tormenting Gus Butler, and he’s not any more charming whilst killing time in this backwards, too damn religious burg.
He really should wok on his attitude.
Getting by after the end of the world is a real pain in the neck.
Things would be much better for Kirby if wasn’t for those damn, pesky dims.
Dims, or to be politically correct, the diminished intelligents, are just about the only remnants of mankind after a pandemic swept the world clean. The lucky victims died in the throes of the brain virus; the survivors are reduced to something with the intelligence of a thunderstruck cow. Turned loose by the collapse of society, dims are everywhere you look - especially when you don’t want them to be there.
You could be a regular survivor. Untouched by the virus, (yippee!), you’d be some poor schmuck like Kirby left to survive on what few wits and fewer resources he has. Those resources are quickly diminishing thanks to a pack of dims that keep breaking into Kirby’s stuff.
It doesn’t help that the dims are primarily in the neighborhood thanks to the old lady up the street that leaves food out for them. The dims would blow this soda pop stand if it wasn’t for her giving them a reason to stay – well, wait for Kirby to tell you his side of the story later.
Long story somewhat shorter – life would be easier without those dims, wouldn’t it?
Is it time for a cleansing or what?
ALWAYS A CONVICT
Hey, it’s good to be out!
And no matter what, Dave isn’t going back to prison. He has a wife and a little boy; it’s time to start being a man.
Things are looking good. He’ll be working at a ranch – good, hard work – he has a place to live, his favorite uncle looking after him, and the best wife and kid a man could have. Man, are Karen and little Terry worth keeping straight for!
There’s that guy in the wheelchair, that guy that won’t stop terrifying Terry.
This story comes with bonus short story. That would be “Flood Stage”. The river’s rising, and it’s time to make some money. At least, that’s what crossed the minds of two knuckleheads that have blocked the only bridge leading out of the flood zone. They now have themselves a toll bridge, and you better have money or valuables, unless you prefer to go floating down the river.
They never figured on the Colonel coming along. He’s not in the mood to pay tolls, and he’s especially not in the mood to see people get hurt.