When Pigs Fly
The turbine chugged and coughed black smoke as Pete wrenched on the propeller. Another failed attempt. Pete wiped the sweat from his brow and walked around the silver plane.
"David, how many times do I have to do this?" Pete asked, looking up at the masked pilot.
Got To Get To Work
Donavan hung up the corded phone on the wall. "Do you mind if I make another call?"
The guard pushed off the wall he was leaning against. "No more calls. Back to your cell."
Donavan sighed. "I thought so."
Too Much Power
Matthew stood at the altar of his problems. Before him two women were torn to shreds, blood splattered everywhere in his hotel room. The carpet was crimson and the walls were like abstract paintings if they only used different shades of red. This was the consequence of making anyone he pointed to fall in love with him.
Bread Rocket
“I think I misheard you. You want to send bread into space?” Mr. Banaszkiewicz said.
“No Mr. Banaszkiewicz, I want to send a rocket made of bread to space. It is completely different,” Barry said, adjusting his spectacles.
What a Date!
Quiet conversations blended together with the soothing sound of the piano that played in the middle of the dimly lit room. A waiter weaved between the tables in his darker than black suit and bow tie, arriving at a table of two who were lost in each other’s eyes.
“Lobster Thermidor and Lamb Shank,” the waiter said, placing their meals in front of them.
The Warlord Provider
The sun was high in the sky and white cloud floated above, smiling down upon the land. The land, however, did not smile back. Dust and blood was all that laid on the barren land. My people were almost done loading the bodies into the trucks while I lit another cigar with a magnifying glass.
Santa Claus in April
“Honey, get the bat,” Eve whispered, shaking her husband awake in their bed.
“Huh, what’s going on.” Jake rubbed his eyes.
“There is someone downstairs.”
Jake threw the blanket off and rolled out of bed. He grabbed the Louisville Slugger that was leaning against the window sill and left the room. Jake peeked downstairs to see a red butt sticking out his fireplace, legs trying to push his fat body up.
Billionaire Brain Film Crew
"Are you getting this?" Jason said.
His body jerked back and forth as the yellow dog robot tried to buck him off it’s back. Jason held on with one hand, waving his baseball cap like a buckaroo. The crowd of boxes in the warehouse watched without emotion, perched perfectly still on their shelves.
Finding Purpose
"Number sixteen. Sixteen," I said to the lobby.
"Over here." An older man waddled up to the counter and grabbed the brown bag of grease from me.
I looked out into the sea of faces all waiting for their turn on the shit express. It's one way to clean your plumbing out, but I would prefer an enema.
Fiance Cookie
"I can't believe she brought...him to supper," George said with a huff.
"George, be nice," Sally said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Be nice? That feller ruined our lives once already."
"I'm sure he didn't mean to?"