Continued from Mrs. Saranna's Homeroom Ernest blandly clicked his pen in and out of the sheath. The teacher was misquoting one of Euclid's stupider generalizations, and consequently it was causing the problem on the board to make spirals as opposed to the circle it was supposed to make. Ernest smile...

There was a ghost in line. He waited patiently till it was his turn to order. Apparently, ghosts order a cappucino double shot with two sugars. To make them feel more alive, no less.  He then walked over to the registar and picked up his drink after paying requisite five dollars. This ghost's name i...

Ernest pressed his ear to the door, listening for hint that the two kids might be playing. There seemed to be some general rummaging going on, a faint shuffling. "oroform..." filtered through the door in a dissappointed tone. Well, at least whatever it was, it wasn't a shotgun.  That was p...

"Cathalie, there's something a-tapping on the door. Is it the mailman? Is it the milkman? Is it the debt collectors come to throw us out? But I thought we had someone to take care of the mortgage... "You can't throw us out, Mister Debt-Collector! We already paid our mortga-" Ernest i...

<<Continued from Ghostworld >> After spending about twenty minutes walking and twently minutes resting, Ernest finally found somewhere to stay. It looked like an abandoned school. Somehow it actually managed to look less inviting than a new school usually did. It was the quiet. It settled on your sh...

<<Continued from Geometry Class >> Ernest sighed as he walked home from school. One of the games he played was finding triples until he lost count.  This was usually around 1162261467 or 10460353203. It was a long walk home. It usually took him 30 minutes. He actually prefered walking to riding home...

Harry waited for about five minutes, breathing heavily. Then it occured to him that the guy had left. Mr. Constantine peeked through one of the slits in the top of the dumpster. He could see him running  outside the fence. By now he was way out of range. To be entirely honest, Harry was a little ang...

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Uh. What the hell is he doing? As far as Harry could tell, it was something either very dumb or so tactically astute that it was beyond comprehension. The guy was Shimmying the side of the car. Right in plain view of Harry. In fact, he was so surprised that he didn't fire. Then Harry remembered wha...

Harry Constantine checked his Agram with shaking hands. Mostly due to adrenaline, but there was some recognisable terror in there. Definately recognisable. Peeking around the edge of the dumpster, he saw the kid move towords the front of the truck, yelling something about putting a boot up Harry's a...

FUCK! The guy was way too far away for that to work. Harry watched as the kid ran for cover behind an old truck. In all honesty it probably wasn't the best move to run in, guns blazing.  The truck was a fairly recent model, roughly from the eighties, which means that it had all the saftey features,...

<<Continued from The Time of My Life >> Harry Constantine had stumbled into a fight. Possibly the last thing he wanted to be in right now. He'd been walking inland, looking for someone to team up with, and he found this abandoned factory. He'd been reading and walking at the same time. He clicked th...

Ernest heard the announcement and blinked. That many had died...? Maybe my efforts are worthless... So many people want eachother dead; it's a shame. Why do they buy into the game? What makes them so sure that there is no escape? He grabbed his scalpels and his bag; he didn't have long. 12 hours had...

"Actually, I am quite alive, Peter. And yes, the contents of the note are what I assume to be true and garner my hypothesis on. The real problem is the time factor. I know we've got 48 hours, given that at least one person died today. Are you too cynical, Andi, that you can't accept any way off...

"We've got a couple of options, really. I'll explain them with a note... Anything you don't want the camera's and hidden mikes to pick up, write down and pass around," Ernest smiled  "I'm heading inside the hospital for a couple of things, and then we'll see what happens..." He r...