EXTERIOR. A SUBDIVISION. THREE MEN ARE WALKING TOGETHER.
…And did you see the look on that guy’s face when I transformed Mick and threw him like a boomerang? He was like, “Whaaaaa?”
You’d think he’d never seen a man turn into a chunk of drywall before.
Don’t throw me around like that anymore, Andy. I’m getting dizzy again just thinking about it.
Would you rather be back in that alley getting curb stomped?
No… (He sighs.) But I hate being “Chunk of Drywall Man.” If I have to be a special, why can’t I do something cool?
You think having detachable arms is so much better? Continue reading
Leaves crackled crisply under the soles of Matt Moon’s hiking boots. He crested a small hill and paused for a moment to take in the view.
A gentle slope rolled on ahead of him down into a small meadow bordered by pine trees on three sides and a mostly dry creek bed on the fourth. Early-evening dew bowed the tips of the long wild grass, which cast swaying shadows in the light of the sinking sun. A pale crescent moon was peeking up just above the tree line, signaling the onset of dusk.
Matt inhaled a deep breath of cool, sharp air, as refreshing as a brand-new set of double-As. Actually, he could use a couple of those… Continue reading
A blustery winter evening swirled past the windows of Matt Moon’s cozy little log house. Inside, Matt was stoking the fire in the wood furnace. He threw another log in and warmed his hands. If the snowy weather continued until tomorrow, he’d have to brave the cold to bring in a few more armfuls from the pile beside the garage. The prospect didn’t much appeal to him. He went through more batteries that way… Continue reading
“You did a wonderful job with dinner tonight,” said Sam Gates to his wife as he cleared away the plates from the dinner table.
“Thank you, dear,” said Karen. She pointed at each of the candles in turn, and one by one the flames leaped towards her finger and puffed out. “It’s nice to do a ham every once in a while. You can’t eat shrimp every single night!”
“When you cook them I can,” grinned Sam.
“Oh, whatever,” Karen scoffed playfully. “You know you’d eat them raw if you had to. Just one of your many endearing platypus-related traits.” Continue reading