Disposable Fiction – The Rabbit’s Last Stand: Part Four

What?! Part FOUR?! What the hell is going on here? The cast of characters keep on a-growing! So far, we have assassins, scientists, more assassins, master thieves, demolition experts, underworld contacts, medics, bankers, and a seriously dead tiger (thought I forgot about that, did you?) Is there any more goodness can I stuff into this burrito of intrigue? I DON’T KNOW!

Be sure to check out PART ONE, PART TWO, and PART THREE. Otherwise, you may be a little more confused that usual.

The Story So Far…

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Disposable Fiction – The Rabbit’s Last Stand: Part Three

This mind train keeps a-rollin’! Next stop? Here! Please exit carefully! And please remember to bring all of your luggage off of the train! Mind the gap! Refreshments and pole dancing is available in the rear car! Watch your step!

I need to work on my metaphors!

Check out Disposable Fiction – The Rabbit’s Last Stand: Part One and Disposable Fiction – The Rabbit’s Last Stand: Part Two to be an inch less confused.

The Story So Far…

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Disposable Fiction – The Rabbit’s Last Stand: Part Two

And the action continues! More commenters have commented and so the show goes on! Be sure to read “Disposable Fiction – The Rabbit’s Last Stand: Part One” to get the conceit of whatever the hell is going on.

The Story So Far…

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Disposable Fiction – The Rabbit’s Last Stand: Part One

Yesterday, I posted a graphic in my Facebook feed:

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A couple of other friends had posted this before, so I decided to give it a go. Every person who commented on this would receive an introduction to a novel.

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Botched Job

When dangling fifty two meters off the ground, the people below look like ants. The ants, I imagine, look like snowmen.

I don’t think the drugs have worn off yet.

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