Who's Better Than Baskin Robbins?_The Day They Came_Blue Moon Cockroaches_The Creator
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Who's Better Than Baskin Robbins?
Who’s better than Baskin Robbins? I will let you know the answer to that question in just a few. This story is about a freaking Superhero, with the most murderous positive Superpower ever gifted to man. Dang, do not want to sound negative, but he is killing Superman. Much honor and respect to the man that is super. I viciously connect more to my Superhero and the lasting effects of his Superpower. Do not shoot me yet, check it out.There was this living carcass, a species which all humanity calls them or rather him, a villain. This certain inpidual name was, um. Dang, do we have to give him a n...
The Day They Came
The sun was high and bright the day they came. I was sitting on the front porch trying to catch a breeze. We had awakened to a power outage, only to realize that it stretched for blocks in all directions. Nancy was making tea, to use up our ice supply before it melted and to cool us down a bit at the same time. I could hear her in there singing, some Taylor Swift song I would never know the words to. I may be biased, but I much preferred them from my wife's lips. Nancy was the queen of theater in our high school days, and if she had wanted to she could have gone on to really great things. That...
Blue Moon Cockroaches
New litters of blue moon cockroaches were piled in three cardboard boxes along the side of the farm wall and Ima Kölher was counting down the seconds until her mother came home so she could stop watching them scrabble against the walls of their boxes. The blue moon cockroach harvest had just been finished and Ima had been put in charge of watching them so her mother could go get the rest of the broiler baskets from one of their neighbors. Ima hated the way the blue moon cockroaches looked though, with their violently violet legs and their awkwardly aquamarine bodies and their beady black eyes...
The Creator
Maddy Brooks drifted in and out and consciousness, her mind trying to bridge the gap betweewww.onedoor.ccn awake and asleep. The world was swimming, the sensation of water filling her ears. Blindly, she reached for the shore, but only blackness greeted her. Had she really seen those things? Those impossible things. She tried to shake her head but heard a ringing in her ears. Maybe she’d been hit by a car on her way home from the bus stop. Maybe she’d never made it to the bus stop. Her throat curled up, while her fingers shook. Blackness. She was awake, but she wasn’t aware. Everything was so far away that s...