Month: October 2020

The door to the Presidential Emergency Shelter is plastered with stickers: FALLOUT SHELTER BIOHAZARD SHELTER TORNADO SHELTER ALIEN INVASION SHELTER COMMIE PROOF NEGRO PROOF (with a scribbled note in Sharpie “I got in! -OB”)...

You stare down the hallway until you see the first person step off the elevator, then you try the office door and it opens. You step in and shut it softly behind you. “Fancy dress,” you hear a slurred voice say. You turn and see...

“Kyle,” the President says, “Here is my own personal map to the White House, all the ins and outs, the secret passages, the bottomless pits where damned souls howl in agony for all eternity, stuff like that. And a flashlight....

You back away from the door and continue down the hallway. You stop at the next doorway on the right and press your ear against. While straining to hear, the elevator pings at the far end of the hallway and begins to open....

You return to jail to await trial. Your failure to find the ballots results in a Biden/Harris win. After Joe Biden is finally allowed to die, Kamala Harris seizes control of the country. Her Black Lives Matter minions sweep...

“This is where I live,” Barron says, ushering you into an opulent apartment. The walk down the tunnel, Barron’s arm around your shoulders, had been strange, the giant boy guiding the two of you unerringly in the pitch-black...

“I’m Hope,” she tells you, grabbing your collar and lifting you from your chair. “Are you a virgin?” “I-I-I…” you say. She slaps you. “Don’t answer, don’t speak again, just do what I tell you,” she says, close to your face. Her...

The smell of rot hits you in a rushing wave before your eyes can even adjust to the darkness. Decay and something else, something just as vile that you cannot identify. You fight back the urge to vomit and turn back to the...

You keep your cellphone up above your head, trying to both illuminate the tunnel and keep it from blowing out your night vision completely. “Kyle…” the voice says. “This is really stupid,” you mutter to yourself. “You don’t...

“Kyle,” President Trump says, laying a heavy hand on your shoulder, “Your country needs your help once more.” “Yes, sir,” you say, feeling a weight settle on you that is soon borne up by welling pride. “I will do anything for...