Game Over

By Todd Thorne

Timmy can't get a break. First, his parents are wrecking their marriage with zero reluctance to use him in the process. Second, he's got a monster under his bed, stuck there as a result of him losing a story duel with Joshua. Unfortunately Joshua is about to blow him off, not wanting to waste time with someone incapable of creating a nerve-racking, virtualized story. Timmy isn't worthy. Or is he?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Todd Thorne
• Release date: Oct 30, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458072962

Todd Thorne

Todd Thorne resides in the Piney Woods of East Texas with his wife and a rescue cat (who rules the roost but graciously permits humans to use it). He's come to expect and appreciate labels of 'dark and gritty' as pertains to his writing and he feels the space-time continuum must grind to a halt the day he writes a lighthearted, cozy yarn. He's been fortunate enough to have a few tales published online and he managed to level up by publishing his first novel during the height of a worldwide pandemic.

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GAME OVER

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Todd Thorne

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Copyright 2010 Todd Thorne

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GAME OVER

Smack!

The raging cut off.

Timmy snuck up to the kitchen doorway and peeked in.

Not another word about money, Roger, Mom growled, jabbing a finger at his father. Dad stood across the kitchen island from her, his hand working his jaw side-to-side, shock smeared across his face.

You took the little slut to Jamaica with you, Mom continued. Bet you bought her more than a plane ticket and hotel room, didn't you? Was it worth it? Did she offer you plenty of tonsil massages? Spread those legs on demand?

Dad's hand slapped the marble counter, balling up into a quivering fist.

If you ever touch me again, Doris, I'll--

You'll what? Punch me? I sure wish you would. It'll give the judge more to consider as I take you for everything. Go ahead, she sneered, thrusting out her chin. Be a real man.

Dad's cheek sported an angry purple blush; the rest of his face tinted bright crimson, as if he'd just staggered in from a sunscreen-free beach day. Heat surged, radiating off his dad. Mom's wish seemed about to come true.

Timmy leaned around the corner for a better look.

You wicked bitch--, Dad hissed but he swallowed the rest at a head jerk from Mom.

Go up to your room. She turned and glared. And shut the door.

Timmy gulped. Am I going with Dad now?

Her icy glare swung back over the island.

Not tonight. He'll pick you up in the morning after breakfast. Is your bag packed?

No.

Do it! And I don't want your butt down here again. Your father and I have much to discuss. Privately.

Okay. Night, Mom and Dad.

They muttered something,