[Election ‘016 025] Love, Like a Ghazi in the Wind

[Election ‘016 025] Love, Like a Ghazi in the Wind

“-lary Clinton will go on trial tomorrow in front of a military tribunal for her involvement in 2012 attacks on th-”

“-not believe what she did! If she really didn’t do those terrible things then she should turn over whoever really di-”

“-osby has been exonerated of all of his crimes because at least he isn’t Hil-”

Hillary chucked the remote at the television, drilling a hole in the screen and sending sparks shooting through the shattered glass. She wasn’t even that mad about the reports, to be honest. She just really did not feel like going through all the trouble of pressing the power button. Hillary couldn’t be bothered by whatever Gate she was currently involved in; being embroiled in a nationwide controversy was just like breathing for her. Whitewatergate, Lewinskigate, and now… uhhh…

Continue reading “[Election ‘016 025] Love, Like a Ghazi in the Wind” »

[Clipart 009] Aok Hand

[Clipart 009] Aok Hand

aok_hand

World renown archaeologist/grave robber Mississippi Franks crept through the musty catacombs. The passage ahead was as black as the depths but the torch in his hand illuminated its ornately carved walls. Strange runes surrounded him, each appearing to be formed by one or a pair of hands. Mississippi could read them but didn’t have time to stop and lament over the tragic life of a long dead king or plod through yet another flood story. His goal lay far deeper into the tomb, so he pressed on.

Continue reading “[Clipart 009] Aok Hand” »

[Election ‘016 007] Bernie Sand Adventures

[Election ‘016 007] Bernie Sand Adventures

     Bernie_Sanders_2005

    I’ve got to get the hell out of here. This corridor feels like it’s closing in on me, like every step I take someone is stretching it out further and the walls are getting closer and closer. I can’t breathe. It is probably right behind me, but I can’t look back. Have to keep running.

          I think I see a door ahead. Finally. Please be the exit. It looks heavy and rough, like two uncarved slabs of oak were propped up in the doorway. I press against the right side of the double door, putting all of my weight forward. Please don’t be locked. I’ll die if it is locked.

Continue reading “[Election ‘016 007] Bernie Sand Adventures” »