Bunkbed Ricky 6 years ago- Kenny4sale I think you’re right. Earlybirdworm 6 years ago- Dean Schmidt stick to fake moon landing theories, they are more believable than robot soldiers walking around London. MonkeyManFan 6 years ago- I wish I had a robot arm Ed Beard Boy 6 years ago- Check the air filter, it might... Continue Reading →
And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 17)
Scotland Yard chief, Giuseppe Mellow, was found dead yesterday in an abandoned dance studio in Chelsea. Local breakdance crew leader, William “Groove Wizard” Atkinson (who asked to be named), made the gruesome discovery around 9am. Mellow had sustained injuries including multiple gunshot and knife wounds, third degree burns, partial disembowelment and beheading. Despite an apparent... Continue Reading →
Short Fiction: Old John’s Mission
Old John Burrow died last week. I remember when he arrived in our small town back in 1979, completely hairless and wearing a strange, one-piece outfit. The outfit looked like it was made of silk. Everybody said it was silk. It wasn't. I knew it wasn't. He spoke with an unusual accent, and kind of... Continue Reading →
Short Fiction: Injustice
Adam sat upon one of the large, black stones on the hill overlooking the shore. The stone was flat and comfortless, but a good height for sitting, and a spectacular vantage point. He brushed the soles of his bare feet across the fine layer of sand that covered the stone below. Small waves rushed against... Continue Reading →