Mandriscoe come to me!

Okay so it may not have been a shotgun that hit me. It was a very large revolver. The type Dirty Harry may have used, only I am not a dirtbag and I am not on the losing side of this battle. My stay in the hospital was frustratingly uneventful. It really on lead to …

Short story: what do Die do?

If I were to put on any number of outfits how would I like for them to look. Many questions, with many answers. I think the simpler answer may say” how are your victims with first impessions” Many places to go with certain people to see. How will The people be stunned this time. I …

Countdown to Mandrisco: lighter?

I remember feeling like I had a particular calling. I remember the many times that normal became great. Whether that was due to my natural charisma or work, I can not say. I notice that same thing may be what draws demons. My light? If I was anymore unlucky I may be dead or in …

Mandriscoes fantasy a part

Panic setting in and distrust of anything within the next forty or so feet. My mind is racing, and I may have been the one to set the flag on fire. I am only in the public library and I can see that asking any questions will get me no answer. The most I can …