“I’m not going to follow the hostage negotiation guidelines any more; it makes me sound like a johnby. I’m serious John, this is a real deal we’re making. I can only hold up my end if I trust you to hold up yours. What do you say, John?”
“Let me think,” said John. Roarke paused the tape, took a long drink from his bottle of water and turned to the class.
“After six hours of negotation and three minutes after that conversation, John shot both his mother and sister, and then himself,” said Roarke. “Never, ever lie to a hostage taker.”
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
A person who uses your name too much when they’re talking to you, John.
frisby on the wreake interj.
Warning cry in a nudist colony.