Lover of all things horror, action, scifi, and comedy.
2025 The Next Stage
The thunder shook Jim’s chest by the square shaped apparatus where a leather wire attached itself to his mask.It covered his nose and mouth, where two air chambers sat on his cheeks. A bolt of lightning appeared like a throbbing vein outside the back window. Along for the ride where his father, and grandmother. Both of which were also wearing masks and breathing devices. To keep his mind busy, Jim spent most of the ride scratching at a red bump on his wrist he had secretly hid from his father. They slowed the car down and pulled into a large parking lot. The big flashy neon sign read “Last Night Diner”.
North Pole vs North Korea
Shrapnel cut into an elf's spleen like a rock through water. He grunted in pain. A bullet flew past his head grazing his pointed ear. It hits the snow where thousands of elves and North Korean soldiers clash on this cold winter's night, where the sky lights up with fire. Elf heads, hands, and hats fly high in the air.
His tool box was a rusted chrome, but he lifted it with ease. It would make most men jealous, the way he was loading the objects around him in his van with haste like he was stocking pillows. It might look easy to you, but a man still needs to hydrate. Taking a small break and a drink, something happens. For the first time since he moved in several months ago, the sound of a door catches his attention.
One More Month
It was a beautiful morning. As beautiful as it could be in the year 2032. It is a time where everything the sun touches, it burns. Sam woke up four minutes before his alarm. He hoists himself to the side of the bed, where his feet aligned perfectly with his slippers. He pulled his curtains open to greet his dying lawn. Sam sat down to digitally read the paper. A front page headline reads “Only 1 month to go!!”.
A Red Robot holding an old fashioned wooden broom, clears away small rocks and debris on a large landing pad. Out in the beautiful chromatic distance, a Green Robot comes running towards him.
The moon. Illuminating itself like a stranger glaring into nineteen year old Red’s kitchen window. Fair skin, flowing red hair and a petite frame, she retrieves cookies from the oven, only to burn her hand causing them to fall on the tiled floor and shatter. She tosses them away and sighs. Grandma will have to deal with store bought.
Savior of the Earth
We dock at the station twenty minutes before detonation. The world is counting on us. My name is Nick. John, Mary, and I have been on this mission for two weeks. Our world has been in suspense as a large asteroid the size of Europe headed in our direction. That was until I, along with my colleagues, came into the picture. Now victory is within our grasp.