779: Communism in Space

There was only one thing Andrea Mushelman cared about; the propogation and spread of communism. The sharing of communal resources had become such a myopic obsession that friends referred to it as her vanity project. Andrea was not going to fail. She would see to it that communism would thrive and grow, even if she…

706: The Holdup

When Andrea was five years old she was given a children book about Bonnie and Clyde. Some stories should not be told in children’s book, and the story of Bonnie and Clyde is probably one of those stories. Nonetheless, there was a children’s book about Bonnie and Clyde, and it was given to Andrea at…

696: Think Inside The Box

Hardina was on a pathway to spiritual enlightenment, but she was still stumbling around in the dark. Even though she was confused about lots of things she knew how to sit in the lotus position. But something was still missing. “What should I do now?” Asked Hardina. Naturally, Hardina needed to free her mind. She…

676: Star Car

I like to driveMy little carFrom town to townUpon the roadsBut sometimes when I’m driving soMy car ends up among the cloudsAnd if I travel really farI drive my car around the stars. Photo by Miriam Espacio on Pexels.com

671: Hubert Goes To China

Hubert Horatio Hifflepowder was a renowned world traveller. You might even call him a genuine cosmopolitan. Ask him where he had travelled and Hubert would sniff his nose in your general direction. “More like where haven’t I travelled!” Sneered Hubert. One of the places that Hubert had not travelled was the Vatican City. Well, at…

665: I Took My Yacht To Tuscaloosa

Well, I needed to go to Tuscaloosa. “Maybe you should fly.” Suggested my Butler. I growled. What do I even pay this guy for? What a stupid suggestion. “Maybe you should take a bus.” Said the cook. Her chicken was never any good to begin with. “Maybe you should take a Limo.” Said my wife.…

657: The Decline And Fall Of The Roman Umpire

In the summer of 1953 visitors to Boston’s famous Fenway park found themselves privy to a strange and intriguing spectacle. A strange man in a flowing robe and ancient sandals stood behind home plate, making the important decision which govern the game of baseball. This man was none other than the famous Marcus Aurelius of…

645: Ain’t Coming Back

I don’t know much, but I know I ain’t coming back. I spent 32 years working at a waste recycling plant on the outskirts of Schar, which is the third largest city on Mars. It was a boring, dreary soul breaking job. I never thought it would get any worse. Boy was I wrong. The…

640: The Way Out

Thank you for your insight, it has been most helpful. Now if you will just follow me. What’s that? Yes, this is the normal way out, nothing to be suspicious of here. You didn’t see these large rock walls on your way in? Strange. Well, people don’t always take notice of their surroundings when they’re…