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.
Mystical VHS
Glass rained from the sky, while men in tactical gear descended upon me like black angels of death. There was nothing I could do in the dark complex filled with giant silver vats. My team had abandoned me and so too had my rivals. As I floated in a glowing vat of smooth, pure white yogurt sprinkled with orangutan piss and bad choices, I dwelled upon everything that led up to this moment. It all started with a job.
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.
Vampire Conservationist
A pale man in a grey suit walked backwards down a dark floor made of coffin lids facing his tour group, a bunch of school children dressed in capes and fake fangs. At the children's side was a chaperone who had been giving him “the look” the entire tour. They came up to a large clear window on their right, framed with wooden stakes and polar bears were playing in the snow.
“On your right, you will see our prized attraction here at the Vampirical Zoo, our Polar Bears,” the pale man said.
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.
Striker's Promise
The dew of the early morning swept across the field, sparkling from the moonlight. Evan dug his feet into the soft ground, lifting his sword at the ready. His opponent was stoic, unconcerned with Evan’s sword.
“Take this!” Evan yelled, charging his opponent.
Timezone Voodoo
I want to start by saying I love my girlfriend. She is the best. Heedy is thoughtful and a very giving person. But her timing is terrible. This is the tale of how I wound up living with her parents in the Magic Realm instead of Iowa.
Chooser of The Chosen One
A frail old man held up an oversized card with a picture of someone on it and a name scribbled below.
"Not him," The Chooser said, giving it a cursory glance.
The old man tossed the card amongst the sea of cards that covered the floor and reached up to grab another card from the stack next to him. The Chooser paced back and forth, parting the sea of unchosen cards with his feet. The old man shook, reaching for the next card.
The Gun Did It
The detective was sitting at the table, head concealed by the folder that was inches from his face. His eyes scanned through the report, looking for more information on his suspect. A dim light shined from above while his fellow officers snickered behind the glass observation window.
"Alright Mr. Glock, where were you on the night of the fifteenth?" Detective Ruso asked.
Revenge That Isn’t
"Sophie?" King Vantrune said, holding her against the wet soil with his blade at her throat.
"I'm not Sophie you dolt," the woman said, knocking his blade away from her throat.
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.
Pocket Dimension
"How about a game of chess?" Morty asked.
Liz looked around the tight blue fabric world. Light filtered in enough to remind her of a summer evening. She lounged at the base of the pocket that cradled her like a hammock, poking at the stretchy wall next to her. Her blonde hair covered her lint pillow.
"Naw, I think I'm good."
"You have been saying that for three months. Why won't you play with me?"
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?"
A Pact Rescinded
A piece of old parchment slid across the wooden table, followed by a fine tip pen with a peasant feather attached. The lantern above swayed back and forth. The floors creaked in sync with the lantern chain.
“Just sign the form,” the demon said.
“But...I don’t understand. He doesn’t want me?” Pepper said.
Clock Woman
"No! Don't step on that!" I yelled at her.
"Yeah right. Like I'm going to fall for that," Clock Woman said.
She took one step on the cobblestone floor and her head flew clean off her shoulders into the lava pit next to her. Her red cape covered her body that rested there on the pressure plate I made.