M.A.Z.E. 001

M.A.Z.E 001: Two Jocks, A Cheerleader, and a Priest Two jocks, a cheerleader, and a priest walk into Bella Vista’s Italian Bistro and Bar like it’s some kind of joke. The priest isn’t a part of this, they just happen to be there, holding the door as the other three enter. As soon as they […]Read More

M.A.Z.E. 002

M.A.Z.E 002: Bloody Mary, Cryptic Message I should have ordered a drink, I mutter as I recall that every ‘mysterious stranger in a bar’ scene in any movie ever always had the unknown figure hovering over a mug of something while they glare at the hero and sip. Then I remember the cost of a […]Read More

M.A.Z.E. 003

M.A.Z.E 003: Some Straight to TV 80’s Vampire Hunter Movie After a few minutes of self pity I turn around and head for the street, circling around the building to the front door. The Bloody Marys are still at the bar, but the vampires have moved. I find them quickly, over by the billiard table, […]Read More

M.A.Z.E. 004

M.A.Z.E 004: find Vampires and Run Away I click my heel against the wall behind me and a small knife springs from the toe of my boot. I twist my leg and dig the blade into Brady’s side, just below his rib cage. He’s caught off guard and drops me as he stumbles back a […]Read More

M.A.Z.E. 005

M.A.Z.E 005: Gishban! Vampires don’t have any supernatural weakness to wooden stakes to the heart, that’s just an urban legend. Sort of. I mean, anything stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake is going to die, but vampires don’t stay dead from it, they just fall into a comatose-like state and wake again when […]Read More

M.A.Z.E. 006

M.A.Z.E 006: Villain Monologue Cordelia smiles at me over the bartender’s shoulder, a big, toothy smile that tells me she’s extremely pleased with herself. “Oh my god,” Cordelia says, her face shifting from giddy demon to concerned citizen in a blink as she helps lay the victim- my victim- gently upon the ground. “Oh god, […]Read More

M.A.Z.E. 007

M.A.Z.E 007: Like a Sack of Potatoes Sara is moving now; she’s on her hands and knees when Cordelia grabs her arm and helps her to her feet. She takes the bartender by the chin and turns her to face me. “You’ve just died,” Cordelia whispers into her ear. “You have the benefit of meeting […]Read More

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