Pronebone Stories

The agency called it "atmospheric modelling." Irina called it what it was: standing half-naked in a stranger's cabin while he did God-knows-what around her. "Whatever you ask for," they'd said. She'd laughed and named a figure designed to make them hang up. Thirty thousand. An hour later, confirmation. Now she understood why. The cabin sat three hours into the Carpathian forest, accessible only by a road that dissolved in...

Roger trotted down the stairs, dressed in loose pants and a T-shirt. Marley was pacing the living room floor talking on the phone. Still naked, still looking freshly fucked. “…because it’s none of your business, Gloria! You have no idea what you’re even talking about.” She paused to listen. “Yes…yes…exactly right. And I would appreciate it if you would keep what you think you saw to yourself. I will see you on Monday!” Sh...

“Why did my order have to establish such a blanket mandate?” brooded the confused paladin as he re-adjusted the shield on his back. “I told you why,” rebuked a coarse female voice. “You pillars of justice, righteousness, and other fancy-sounding words were failing poorly at your vows of abstinence.” “I’ve never done anything to damage the reputation of the knights.” “Maybe not you personally, but your compatriots have – o...