2 years later... I'm back

The Monolith was never finished... my bad. About 60-70 short stories I wrote were never finished ... also my bad. But... it turns out i have some stuff that just never got published or stories I had plans for in another book. Well guess what? I'm back! And I think I should put stuff here and more importantly ... finish The Monolith.

That's right! I'm can't believe i never finished it. I originally wanted to write the whole thing before i started publishing it's pieces. So this time, I will. In reality there are only about three chapters left, but i lost a lot of information and notes when i got laid off two years ago, which is the real reason i stopped. I lost all my notes and had no idea who was even alive anymore. But i'll take the next couple days re reading and making new notes. Hopefully there wont be any holes and if there are please let me know.

So expect the next chapter in about a month or so. Till then here's a short story I never published: The Alabastor Succubus.

The Alabastor SuccubusI could tell she wanted to eat me but not by any of the obvious reasons a succubus would lead on. She never once gave the impression of some kind of demon that wanted to rip part from my spine and squeeze my spleen like a sponge spilling blood over her rare panda bear rug, and her large collection of lit candles. 
I still remember that stare from across the bar. It was a classy joint, one where the mention of beer would get every man in a suit jacket to stare at you like you just bashed someone over the head with a rock. "Wine?" Was the first word out of my mouth as my buddies finally found a table not occupied by a kids trying to dress like their grandparents. 
Now every time I say classy I mean it in the same sense where you make air quotes to exaggerate the meaning without sounding like a sarcastic jerk yet that's exactly how you look. My buddies had good intentions but after several disastrous attempts of finding me a girlfriend using several lame ploys, we came here, to