Books have become banned, those who read them are branded heretics, vermin, and deviants. They are forced to do so in the solitude of brothel-like hidden libraries. This is not my idea, I found it via a reddit writing prompt posted by wandernauta
Philip Marlowe, private detective, takes on a case of plagiarism, but things gets ugly fast as a case of stolen lyrics leads to a bitter conflict of revenge. My emulation of the quintessential hard-boiled detective created by Raymond Chandler.
(This is just part of a story I wrote, but I won't post the whole thing.) He can't run away from the abusive relationship he has been forced into. He is terrified. He desperately wishes for a hero to save him... -terrible at summaries-
Danny, Ken, Izzi and some tour lady are caught in the middle of a really sticky situation. Every single picture in the museum is now a demented Hellific monster that will lunge at you whenever the lights go out, which is pretty often right now. Now that the only exit out of the building is blocke...