Dirk Gently (Season 1)

Alright, we’re back after the holidays and an extended vacation from reviewing. It seems that the Sun has also been on holiday seeing as we haven’t seen daylight in Saintes since before the New Year... on the bright side, this weather’s been great if your New Year’s resolutions were to, say, avoid melanoma or perhaps …

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Chapter 10

A lyric poem, in the style of Finn the Human. Hit it. Trekking through the desert, With my lorn convoy No food, no water I'm a worn-out boy, When I first came here It was just me and FT We got a little boat And sailed out to sea I dove real deep And saw lots …

Chapter 9

I stepped out onto a decrepit front porch. Wood creaked beneath my feet, and as I tasted the air around me, a shudder ran down my spine. It was stale. It even felt stiff upon my skin, like it hadn’t circulated in years. I doubled back and reached for the door I came through, but …

Chapter 8

The door, fortunately, was a push door. I doubt I'd have been able to pry it open otherwise. That said, upon its opening the water sucked me down in a vortex that pulled me every which way-and-when. Past the threshold went little ol' me, and head over heels I tumbled like Alice into an aquatic …

Chapter 7

I looked in on some of the abandoned offices as I descended and I wondered what had become of all the workers. Had they met the same fate as Ms. Smith, banished to the forest below? Below the lowest level of the complex, I saw a matrix of unearthed pipes that still clung to the building’s …

KW.3.INTRIGUE

(a.k.a. Why you should give a shit) A man sits on a couch. He’s black, like a lot of other people in the U.S. He hasn’t got a lot of money—like a lot of other people in the U.S. He’s sitting on the couch and he’s reading a book when suddenly he shouts at the …

Buffer

“Where are we going?” Now we’d emerged, out from under the black veil and MG was dragging me briskly along. “We’re gonna find you a ride back home,” she called back over her shoulder, “How good are you on physics?” “Uh, I’m studying to be an engineer so…” “That’ll have to do.” We hustled along until we …

Chapter 5

I walked into the waiting room of a Ms. Smith. The room was sterile, tidy, and modern. Hard edges, simple shapes, and negative space; a geometric taste that said future without actual signs of progress. I tasted the air. There was nothing, and my feral heart called out from my chest; I knew I couldn’t …

Chapter 4

Summer came to a close. So it goes. The weeks came to pass and as they tend to do around this time of year, the leaves began to fall one by one. Like the leaves, my friends too began to fall away, one at a time. Thomas was the last to go. I went to …