Original Pulp Fiction
In dreams, he awoke a Ronin warrior who carried a sword of steel, thrashing forward through the field of blood, until no enemy remained. Still furious, the swordsman turned around and thrashed back until he stood alone on the field.
If you liked this story, check out Cindy’s Sin, the first novelette I wrote about a girl traveling to Las Vegas to get revenge.
She breathed in gasps, her heart beating faster than her futile attempt to calm herself. The terror raced forward, then dug in pushing her to the ground. She twisted to defend herself covering her eyes. A red tongue sloshed out as the matted dog licked her face.
The wheel rewarded 50 coins making her even. Excitedly, she spun again because you never leave on a win. And it hit again. And again. It must be luck. After 23 wins, the machine froze and faulted. The slot tech reset it and erased her wins. He shrugged. C’est la vie.
