Chevron on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Dog Problems

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

He reread the letter for a fourth time, completely sure it was one of his friends fucking with him:

“Jason Chatham,

I chair a very exclusive group, one I am positive you’ve never heard of. Once a month, we gather together to indulge in certain…“guilty pleasures.” It has come to my attention that you are somewhat short handed on funds. Your background information has been thoroughly investigated, and we feel that you would be perfect for our present needs.

Dog Problems

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

He reread the letter for a fourth time, completely sure it was one of his friends fucking with him:

“Jason Chatham,

The Future of the Slave Trade

Thu, 19 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000

At the turn of the 22nd century, human trafficking had grown to be one of the most profitable enterprises around, second only to that of black market fossil fuels. The United States endeavored to set up a new task force known as FREE (Federal Rescue and Enslavement Eradication) to respond to the growing epidemic. By 2135, over 95% of all human trafficking operations in the US had been effectively shut down. Much that remained now was a mountain of paperwork that the bureaucratic process would take another fifty or more years to work through.

Entrapment

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

The unforgiving florescent lighting stung my eyes as I slowly came to. My head was still a bit cloudy, but I knew that I was lying on the floor. The smooth surface felt cold against my bare skin. As my brain seemed to catch up, new sensations emerged. The most prominent was my aching jaw. I tried to alleviate my discomfort, but my arms failed to respond appropriately…remaining pinned behind my back.

Stationary Beauty

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest

Terri climbed the massive stone steps that rose toward the entrance of the Institute of Modern Art. Winter had come early this year and had brought with it the first snow of the season. The bitter wind seemed to ignore the multiple layers of clothing she had wrapped tightly around her body. Pushing her way through the revolving door, she was greeted by a pleasant blast of warm air.

The Plant

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One: Botanical Mischief

I couldn’t see a damn thing…

The black cloth bag they pulled over my head was easy enough to breathe through, but there was no way I could tell where I was. The ground was soft… the air was heavy and warm. A foul smell assaulted my nostrils, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on its source. I tested my bonds again. The metal handcuffs were unyielding and secure. My ankles and knees weren’t going anywhere either… the sloppy turns of duct tape were crude but effective.