Sleep rubbed from the eyes. The clock ticked silently, the dull green light of its digital numbers illuminating the cluttered desk.
Coffee Connoisseur
“You are not a coffee drinker.” “Oh hush now Paul, you see me get my coffee everyday!”
Unstoppable Force
He felt the sweet burn run down the back of his throat as he knocked back the last mouthful of the bitter coffee, slamming down the darkly stained mug onto his desk. He heard Trish jump behind him at the loud crash, knocking over the small stack of pens she kept beside her keyboard...
Brew
The energy surged through him. He could feel the tingle as it wound its way down his limbs, almost as though it worked a bizarre magic across his body. Even his mind felt sharper, a keen blade that had been honed to a vicious point upon a whetstone...