Mitch looked down on the little village on the table. An exact replica of the village where he lived, the village where he was from. He laughed inside.
The little hairs of his so-called friends and family. The objects of people he didn’t even know. The little figures all had names now. Personalities. Hopes and dreams for him to destroy. He hated them. He hated them all.
He picked up one, put it down in the village. Mrs Maple. The old hag down the street. The one who told his parents about the dead little birds. She put her close to James, the limp. He turned the light down to night mode. Tonight they would meet, in the alley behind the church. Where no one ever walked.
He pinched James with a needle…. (more)
-We did it, we’re cross the border! We’re rich!
The two rugged men made a high five.
-What’s that on the sky?
-Looks like a seagull to me. But… It looks big, no?
The seagull came closer.
-Way too big, Ron said. -Damn, it looks like a plane!
The seagull circled over the truck, as if it was looking for something. It dived.
The sun stood high. The shadow from the parasol and the sunglasses gave the perfect hiding place. Tits and booties all over. Johnny laid back and enjoyed. Finally a day off. He closed his eyes, breath in the fresh sea air.
“Can you please help me put some sun block on my back?” the beautiful woman by his side said.
“Sure,” he answered, started smearing it out.
“A bit lower down, please… Lower… lower… mmmmmmhh… (more)
Father Miguel walked through the church. His church, it had been for years now.
He heard the rumbling again. From underneath somewhere, deep down. The first time he had thought it was an earthquake, but no one had noticed anything outside the church. It was under him, straight down. It worried him.
Another rumble. Stronger this time, the walls shook, a candle fell on the floor. Could it be… the Devil? Was he coming for him? God knew he had sinned, horrible sins hard to forgive. He had become a priest to control his urges, but it had only made it worse. Now he was surrounded by them every day, so cute and innocent.
The shaking increased. The walls shook, the floor, everything. He backed up towards the door. A crack opened in the floor.
A giant hand broke through… (more)
-Sooo… Wanna try?
-I dunno… It looks like a lot of bones, really. Rather small, too.
-Hasn’t stopped you before.
-It’s probably poisonous. Look at the strange colours on its upper body.
-You think? I think it looks rather tasty…
-I’ve read somewhere the green upper bodies are poisonous… Leathal, even… (more)
He held the little gnome up in front of his face. Finally. after years of pranks and disasters, he had him.
-Let me go!
-Let you go? George laughed. -Never! You little bugger…
He put the little man in a jar, trying to find out what to do with him.
It had all started with a broken alarm clock.
He had bought a new one. It broke as well.
Soon he’d lost his job.
Then the panties in the bedroom. Girlfriend gone, and that was just the beginning.
Now the little bastard was caught… (more)