Joey Gills

“Dip me in a vat of tarantulas on crack, that’s mind control!” Jill said, recognizing the power as reaching out in the same way hers did.”
― Tom Goldstein, What the Truck

“What the actual hell?” I reached into my pocket for my phone, to call 911. The person in my room turned, looked out the window, and saw me. They disappeared from the window. “Shit,” I said. I was in the act of crossing the street when my house went and exploded itself all over it.”
― John Scalzi, Starter Villain

“I don’t know what a flirty Santa Claus is,” she scolded, “but my goddess definitely isn’t one.”
― Shirtaloon, He Who Fights with Monsters

“I could hear Arno having trouble in the thing’s throat, so I ignored the breeder and darted for the still-confused and somewhat thrashing pastry-looking beast, running up the creature’s torso to grab Arno’s feet and yank him free. Just then, I heard some creature’s flat feet slap against the floor, so I used the weapon I had in my hands (Arno), and swung him around. He screamed. But he performed as intended when he hit the oncoming goblin with a wet thwack. The goblin flew off Arno and flailed through the air until it sank back into the goblin breeder. “Sorry,” I shouted, hauling Arno to me and checking him over. Still breathing, but otherwise a bit out. I threw him over my shoulder and ran to a corner where I could take a second to grab my breath.”
― Eric Ugland, Flex in the City