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  • Writer: Jeb Brack
    Jeb Brack
  • Jun 2, 2015
  • 1 min read

Studs pulled himself together as best he could and dragged himself to his office. The door stood open, and through it he could see a beautiful pair of square red legs that could only belong to one person--Mrs. Lotts, his client and Legotown's newest widow. His head and his heart began to throb, but for different reasons.

 
 
 
  • Writer: Jeb Brack
    Jeb Brack
  • May 26, 2015
  • 1 min read

He woke somewhere that looked and smelled worse than his apartment, with his face pressed against cool porcelain and a huge lump on the top of his head. His thoughts and memories of the night before were scattered and painful, like tiny toy building bricks trod on by bare feet.

 
 
 
JEB
BRACK

The Brack of All Trades

 

​I'm a freelance writer and editor.  I'm a podcaster.  I'm an artist and a magician and a game master.  If you need help with any of these things, send me a message.  If this is an emergency, then what are you doing reading my website?  Unless you need an emergency magic show or something...

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