I stop the car in on the curb. I didn’t run the siren, I didn’t turn on the lights, and the place we’re going isn’t for half a block more. Still, I want to play this carefully.… more →
Reynard Noir: The Seedy Underworld of Slylock FoxReynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: I stop the car in on the curb. I didn’t run the siren, I didn’t turn on the lights, and … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Have you ever had one of those things happen, where someone can tell you’re about to say somet … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Hey dere Max. Hey, Dog. See, dat’s whut I talkin bout. Fox never did bother lernin mah name, j … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Slyyy… “Sh!” But we been followin ‘im fer like all day! “And we’ … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: It was cold. A mean sort of cold, the kind that squeezes through the seams of your clothes like some … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: The door swings slowly open, like a rusty bear trap just praying that you’ll think it’s … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: I was in the middle of an experiment. I tend to get two kinds of case, the real serious kind and the … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 2 years ago: Er, um, uh, can you mebee, erm, gimme a hand wit dis? I look at him over the top of my paper. … more →
Reynard Noir wrote 2 years ago: “You’re what?” Am deaf, yes? Please to making the room, other customers, yes? … more →