Border, KS

Isn't Kansas a little northern for Southern Gothic? (Updates Tuesday and Thursday)

Category: Book 1

11.3 Worst Case?

“What do you want to know?” Morgan asked in response to Walter’s words. She looked…unsettled, somehow, as if speaking the truth would make things real she didn’t want to be. Like dangers would come out just by speaking them. “What is it, exactly, what your father is planning on doing?” Walter asked. “What exactly happened […]

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11.2 A-Door-Able

“And then there is the scary red one with yellow circles around the border.” Lacey finally finished her accounting of all the unexplained doors she knew of in Border. “I think they’re the moon or planets, because it looks like they have phases. And it’s yellow for a reason—I think it might be Venus?” Monica […]

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11.1 To It

Walter leaned back in his chair, considering that proclamation seriously for several long moments. After maybe thirty seconds, he shook his head. “No, I don’t buy it.” He said with a shrug. “It wasn’t an offer.” Morgan said seriously. “It wasn’t a debate—you want information. We can give you some on this, but if I […]

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11.0 Goddesses

BEGIN CHAPTER 11: PLANS “I’m sorry M, but among other things I am a goddess of lust. I am as I was born to be.” Tania proclaimed breezily as she walked out of Morgan’s palatial shower wearing one of her bath robes, followed by Ryan Aquino. Walter’s brother-in-law had been the other of the two […]

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10.10 Leisurely Drive

Walter didn’t actually catch up to Morgan until she got to the sidewalk outside of the Police headquarters. He had to jog the last little bit in order to do it, as she was putting on a lot of speed as she got out of the building. “Where are you going?” He finally managed to […]

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10.9 Impossibility

“You can’t destroy Border.” Morgan answered simply, shaking her head. “It’s fixed, it has to be. You might as well talk about destroying continents, or Faerie itself. I’m not saying you’re lying,” She allowed with a wave of her hand, “But that doesn’t mean it’s actually possible.” The Earl shook his head slowly. “I wouldn’t […]

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10.8 The Rest of the Story

Like many High Schools, Dwight D. Eisenhower High School was built in a primarily residential area. Siobhan had always assumed that this was in order to let people walk to them in vaguely defined ‘old days’, although by now she also knew that a lot of the area had originally been farming before the city […]

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10.7 Spooky Door

Groups of people have an energy to them that reflects their mood and circumstances. It’s why politician press the flesh, and why sometimes everyone in a room can tell when a couple has been fighting. It can be heard in the tone of their voice or seen in the movements of their body or eyes, […]

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10.6 Quarter

Thunderous silence reigned in the room for long heartbeats as the Earl struggled without speaking, and Walter stared without speaking. Morgan gloated without speaking, which Walter thought was probably the most unsettling thing about it all. Trash talk he was used to, but there was such quiet self-assuredness in the look that Morgan gave the […]

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10.5 Deja Vu

Monday morning came and Walter could have sworn that he was experiencing deja vu. He had come in to the Border, P.D. with Morgan and immediately headed for the interview rooms. The rebuilt interview rooms, he thought to himself with a sigh as he walked along. “So we’ll start…uh…deicide practice this week?” He asked quietly, […]

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