Year: 2025

The sight of Marco Crossity in Kramatorsk hung heavy in the air, a silent question mark hovering over the already surreal situation. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes knew that Crossity’s presence rarely…

The encounter with the Hut on Chicken Legs left Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes with a chilling understanding: the Baba Yaga was not just a myth. Her presence in the war-torn landscape…

The call that pulled Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes from the humid embrace of South Florida to the stark, snow-dusted forests of Eastern Europe was unlike any he’d received before. It came…

The weather forecast for South Florida wasn’t just bad; it was biblical. Hurricane Zorba, a Category 4 behemoth, was barreling toward the coast. For Montgomery Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes, this wasn’t just…

The call came in, as many unusual calls do, on a Tuesday morning, interrupting Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes’s meticulous review of Percival’s “Afterlife Arsenal” invoices. The voice on the other end…

The humid grip of South Florida often felt like a warm blanket to Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes, but the air in Jacksonville had a different feel – a briny tang mixed…

The humid glow of a sunset filtered through the grimy windows of “Curios & Sundries,” a cluttered little shop Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes had stumbled upon in a forgotten corner of…

Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes knew he couldn’t just call the Islamorada Sheriff’s office and claim telepathic dolphins warned him of a murder plot on a yacht. He needed proof, tangible and…

The scent of salt, sun-baked asphalt, and diesel fumes was a familiar balm to Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes as he drove his beat-up SUV down the Overseas Highway towards Islamorada. After…

The humid embrace of the Big Cypress forest was a familiar comfort to Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes. He’d set up a temporary camp at Bear Island Campground, deep in the preserve’s…