• Coming tomorrow: "Holding Back the Night: A Gloaming Gap Story" by Jeff Burkholder. Stay tuned! #
• "Holding Back the Night: A Gloaming Gap Story" by Jeff Burkholder #
• Dell hated getting wet. Almost as much as he hated being cold. Right now, he was both, but he hardly noticed it. #
• He didn't notice the red and blue lights shining off the puddles in the road. #
• Flint's presence beside him barely registered, despite their years of friendship on the force. #
• No, right now, he noticed two things. One was the blood. #
• It ran, pooled, and dripped, mixing with the cold rain, and headed into the gutter. #
• "That makes number five, doesn't it?" #
• Dell snapped out of his reverie. "What's that, Flint?" #
• "I said, that's the fifth one since October. #
• Good thing Kiley Fogelsanger had those quintuplets last week, or we'd hafta change the population number on the town sign." #
• Dell grunted in response and crouched down to get a better look at the victim. "Certainly looks like the others, yeah." #
• Dell looked up at the uniforms standing nearby. "Any sign of Spackman yet?" #
• "Said he's on his way." #
• Flint scoffed. "This is why having one M.E. for the county is a bad idea. #
• Sure, it helps the budget, but if we've got a situation here in Gloaming Gap, takes him for-freakin'-ever." #
• "I don't need a medical examiner to tell me how this lady died." Dell stood up. "I just want to know who did it." #
• At that, Flint raised an eyebrow. "Don'tcha mean 'what'? Isn't this just another coyote or wolf attack?" #
• Dell was noticing the rain now. His muscles were aching from more than just the pummeling he had taken at the gym that morning. #
• If it had been a few degrees colder, they would have been standing in foot-thick snow. #
• And if it had been a few degrees warmer, it still would have been a damn cold rain. It wasn't a few degrees warmer. #
• "No, Flint. This wasn't a coyote. Or a wolf. This was a person." #
• Dell stepped over to the storm drain and reached down. There was a glint of white and gold against his blue latex glove. #
• "This is fresh. Victim's not missing any teeth. And I don't think too many coyote's get fillings." #

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• Yes, there was that time too… but Lois… #
• Okay, okay… I’m skimming off the top… and you’re… surprised? Really? How long have we known each other? #
• Lois Fairweather! Don’t you dare look at me like that. #
• That look, right there – the one you had right before you cursed me for wrecking your car last year – #
• You don’t want to try it, Lois. I’m warning you… #
• I have records, Lois… records that implicate you… #
• You leave me no choice, then… #
• “Oh Great Goddess Mnemosyne, come and erase, this brief indiscretion with remembrance replaced. #
• Let waters of Lethe come and wash clean, all former transgressions in Oblivion’s stream.” #
• Now, what were you saying, Dear? #
• That’s right; there’s a good girl… now take these things to Carlos. #
• And if you cause no further trouble, I might pay you for your services tomorrow. #
• "Curses: A Gloaming Gap Story" by Vicky Burkholder and Jeannine Burkholder. Read the whole story at once at http://www.gloaminggap.com #
• Coming in February: "Holding Back the Night: A Gloaming Gap Story" by Jeff Burkholder. Stay tuned! #

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“Curses: A Gloaming Gap Story” by Vicky Burkholder and Jeannine Burkholder

Good afternoon, Gloaming Gap Emporium. Betsy speaking. How may I help you?

I’m sorry. There seems to be some interference on the line; could you repeat that? Perhaps there is a problem with the phone lines.
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“Interview With The Speed-Dater: A Gloaming Gap Story” by Jeannine and Jeff Burkholder

Date #1: Hi, there. Yeah, my name’s Vlad. …No, “Vlad”. It’s a – well, it’s a family name. One of my ancestors was named Vlad, and it’s been passed down. Right, just like “Vlad the Impaler”! That was my ancestor! … Oh, well, nice meeting you, too…
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“The Interview: A Gloaming Gap Story” by Jeff Burkholder

Can I help you? Oh, Mr. Parsons, from the newspaper, is it? Yes, I have you on the schedule to speak to the mayor at 3:00. You’re quite a bit early; if you’d like to take a seat, the mayor’s currently in a meeting.
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“665: A Gloaming Gap Story” by Jeff Burkholder

A subtle buzz on his hip startled Tristan. It was easy to get lost in his strength training, particularly with the sounds of Wagner in his headphones. But the buzz from his pager told him that the Deacon needed to see him. Now.
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“Sleep Tight: A Gloaming Gap Story” by Beth Dombach and Jeannine Burkholder

 
Dr. Frederick von Bedstein squirmed between the storage boxes and a few stray shoes under Emmi’s bed. It was too neat, and she no longer kept fun things under her bed. The only thing the least bit amusing he found was an old bell with bits of string tied to it, and the cat had already informed him that was NOT for him to play with, nor was it Emmi’s to share. Read the rest of this entry »

“Spirits in the Material World: A Gloaming Gap Story” by Vicky Burkholder and Jeff Burkholder

“The Resignation of the Succubus: A Gloaming Gap Story” by Jeannine Burkholder

February 14, 2009

Lamashtu Enterprises
613 Mara Lane, Suite 47
Gloaming Gap, PA 94823

Dear Ms. Lilith:

As you know I have been a trusted colleague and faithful employee here at Lamashtu Enterprises for most of my life. In that amount of time, I can say that I have found my employment here to be, on the whole, highly satisfying. I’m sure, however, that you are intimately acquainted with my increased frustration regarding my current assignment.

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“A Bloomin’ Mummy!: A Gloaming Gap Story” by Jeff Burkholder

I got cursed by a mummy today.

Yes, I’m serious! A real live mummy! Well, I guess “undead,” at any rate.

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