Jiggity

1. Phyllis Brook bumbled about within a nest of charts and diagrams. He was never still, filled with a frenetic energy that propelled him all about his small shop. Maps, ...

4. – The Detective They were in a small room, sitting opposite one another, nondescript table between them. Slight wisps of smoke trailed upward from his fingertips. He couldn’t stop ...

4. The building wasn’t large, or small, or particularly new either. It sat, hunched over and brooding, the grandiose title of ‘Hotel’ – missing letters, dirt encrusted remains and all ...

A/N: For those of you already familiar with the story, I apologise for tiring your eyes with this again. I am rewriting/completing this very old story. I also apologise for ...