StoryExplosion
“So a mug? Are you kidding me? A fucking mug Derek? That’s it?” “Yeah, that’s about it man.” “So you can’t levitate a car that is about to fall on a kid or anything?” “Nope. Just mugs it seems. Yeah, I know.” “Can you throw the mug
fiction
“The dog gets everything it says.” “Sorry, what?” “It says, I mean, written right here in black and, I’m mean, sorry, various colours and white, ‘The dog gets everything.’” “I don’t understand.” “That is The Will I’m afraid. I mean, it literally says ’The dog gets everything.
fiction
Bob sat on the park bench drinking his coffee in his green suit and green cape. Next to him sat his neighbour John who had no superhero costume, but was instead dressed in jeans and a sensible, navy blue pullover. “So let me get this straight. Your power is turning
fiction
pt 1: Pizza He found himself in the Co-op buying chocolate milk. Some called the location down rent, but he like to call it proletariat. He had just got off at Essex Road station and needed to pick up some bread anyhow. He probably hadn’t had chocolate milk in
fiction
John Higgins knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was lactose intolerant. He had been tested for it. He had spent his entire life under the cruel, mocking gaze of countless milkshakes, ice cream sundaes and pizza. He had the odd bite of French cheese after a fancy
fiction
Little Bobby Caruso was probably the biggest jerk an eight year old kid could ever possibly be. He just wouldn’t listen. Well at least during that particular school year in Lumombolla County. He had the Devil in him according to Mrs. Farnsworth.That is if she saw fit to