Confessions of a People Watcher Issue #0

Quarterstories is still under construction, and by this I mean the proprietor is recovering from a mental breakdown. We're getting closer each day, so stay tuned for the upcoming issues of Confessions of a People Watcher, blog entries that take a satirical look through the eyes of someone who not only watches people, but loathes... Continue Reading →

II, Issue #11 The Wanderer

Edgar thought it best to assume the worst, given the circumstances with D'mor early on in the day, even if he, D'mor, had been in the military. This was hardly an excuse to treat people like he had treated Edgar. "Best not to worry about it now," he said quietly to himself, and opened the door.

A Killer With A Conscience

He had just finished what could presumably be his first vacation from college life. Seeing his parents must've been something of a treat for him; he was normally never as contempt. It almost seemed as though nothing could ruin his night, but just as fate has a funny way of disturbing peace, the young man started to get a funny itch himself.

II, Issue #10 A Few Good Ones

The room was dark, if you'd call it a room at all. Whatever the doctor, his name had been Joe, had injected into Edgar's neck made him feel as though he had little instinctual awareness. He couldn't tell whether he was in another hospital room or back in the vast warehouse of the infinite, waiting outside Herald's office for the next adventure.

The Ride

A young man on the north end of town stops at the one and only red light before hitting the south bend. At the end of this bend he'll encounter another light before hitting a major highway. After this he'll be on his way and never look back at his hometown again.

II, Issue #9 The Ward

Both of the young men awoke in a rather odd predicament. Edgar's eyes opened first, scanning the room in one solid motion, feeling the soft of cotton sheets underneath him, and hearing a metal on metal clink. When his head finally turned to the other side, he saw Mick in the adjacent hospital bed, the medical grade blankets to his hips and his torso wrapped in bandages.

II, Issue #8 Plot Twist

As the boys both lay smiling amongst the waste that was left by the explosion, they felt triumphant. "Did you think that would have worked in the real world," Mick Asked. Edgar remained staring at the ceiling, "we're already one for one after the dud bomb. If someone were keeping score, I'd say we're up... Continue Reading →

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