FFM16-23 Beware of SAD

“Can anyone tell me the number one long-term hazard in the vigilante business?” the instructor asked the class. “Anyone?” “Gunshot wounds?” the Red Monkey suggested, half-raising a hand. “No,” the instructor said. “Half of you are bullet proof anyway. Come on, the biggest hazard. Who else?” “Broken bones?” Captain Crystal called out. “Lasers!” Gun Girl … More FFM16-23 Beware of SAD

Game of Homes

The Spray Brigade marched across the benchtop. Toaster shrunk from their glares. Waffleiron skittered behind him. Only Espresso refused to move out of their way. “Back in line,” Surfacespray ordered. Espresso stood firm on the bench and glared back at the Brigade leader. “You don’t own us,” he said. Lieutenant Mop lunged forward and bashed … More Game of Homes

Midnight Stroll

Gravedigger Pete was not a superstitious man. He’d been working in the graveyard for over forty years now, and not once had he succumbed to the childish ninnying of his fellow workers. The other caretakers always left before nightfall, and sometimes even on cloudy days. But not Pete. He could cross the graveyard at midnight … More Midnight Stroll

Body Building

When Doctor Frank saw the flyer on the back of the men’s locker room door he felt a sudden rush of excitement. He loved competitions, and this just happened to be something he excelled in. It would be foolish not to enter. Hurrying home, Doctor Frank went straight to his lab and pulled on his … More Body Building