“Megalomaniac billionaire. Space shuttles mainly. But the genocide came easy as well so…” Advertisements
Put, Brundle fused…
He says ‘do I not count?’
After paying the driver, Harry Pimble stepped out of the cab and shook off the deja-vu that had just come over him. He lit a Marlboro and sighed as the feeling dissipated like the smoke from his cigarette. It was a warm morning and the sky was a light blue with barely any clouds. Above … More Life After Death
‘Yeah and from behind cos your breath stinks of onions…’
‘I froze your tears and made a dagger, and stabbed it in my cock forever…’
‘That looks gay…’
The author sat at his desk in the warm sunlight that streamed in through the French doors. The study was a strange mix of chaos and order with books stacked neatly in on shelves and old papers of every kind strewn on the desk like a great reef. Framed photographs of the author’s grandchildren stood on … More The Author.
I’m dying. Breathless and panicked Stammering and sweating, Whispering weightless words To empty faces Who stare sadistically Like Colosseum spectators. They prefer this mental breakdown To my actual material. I’m dying again And they absolutely love it.
After years of plotting, the children finally struck. Adults were forced to surrender TV remotes and future dreams before being herded onto cattle trucks under the supervision of machine-gun wielding adolescents. The lucky ones who escaped the city fled to far-off snow-capped mountains where young legs leadened quickly. Within months the city had fallen. Angry … More Rise of the Planet of the Kids.