A long time ago in the town of Lydenbourgh, lived a man named Ernest Forkhike. Ernest lived alone. Kept to himself. A true introvert. But all that changed when it rained. Everyone knew Ernest loved the rain because he could spotted prancing about Cross St with his signature black umbrella. “That weirdo with the black umbrella, what a loser.” His neighbors would say. Ms. Rogers a single mom, who wo...

Mavis Bennett sighed as swapped out the May copy of Time magazine for the newer June issue. The cover read “The Demise of Diabolical Dental Debt” plastered over a set of chompers that would make an Englishmen grimace.

“Why do we even carry these anymore?” She thought as she worked her way over to the Sports Illustrated slot. Even “any reading is good reading” Mavis knew magazines were dead. She h...

10 days since last contact.

My dad was famous around our base for his weekend high jinx. One time he turned up after a particular exciting outing in Commander Crush’s cargo hold. A peace officer dropped him outside on our doorstep. I still remember the smell when I opened the door cause my dad had shit-stained pants. All in all, he was gone 5 days that time. Never 10.

His watch GPS last pinged ...

His boots clack against the concete. “You can’t hide from me no more!” He shouts practically belching the last few syllables.

I turn. I got about 20 yards on him.

What the fuck! What the actual fuck! How did he find me?

4 years of relative safety, gone in seconds. People told me that when living in Witness Proctection “You’re always looking over your shoulder.” I knew there was a possibility ...