The Rise and Fall and Fall of Tampon Tim

The Rise and Fall and Fall of Tampon Tim

“Do you want a tampon?” Tim asked, trembling. “Shut the fuck up,” Amy said as she pulled the black bag over Tim’s head. “Are you my mommy?” Tim whimpered. “I have to remove you,” “you aren’t fit to lead Minnesota," Amy said. "Look at me. Look at me. I’m the Governor...

Wednesday Afternoon SugarLinks – My Pop Quiz Kid

Wednesday Afternoon SugarLinks – My Pop Quiz Kid

"Hey, honey, you wanna watch something? What's on Netlfix?" The plot follows the story of Carla Antonella "Carlita" Rodríguez, a trans woman and the first trans miner in the Patagonia, an occupation vetoed for women. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_of_Coal "Can't...

Just Vice President Stuff: Episode 1

Just Vice President Stuff: Episode 1

“Y’all stop teasing them chickens,” Usha hollered to her children, letting the screen door shut behind her. She turned back to the stove, her bare feet slapping on the checkered linoleum. “Usha!” JDcalled, “I’m home.” He set down his knapsack and kissed her on her...

Your Resident Narcissistic Misogynist Rape-Culture Apologist

Page 25

You bring the fire axe down on the padlock of the rolling door as hard as you can. You strike the body of the lock more than the shank, and the door makes a loud, booming rattle. You look around guiltily but the area is mostly dark warehouses and empty buildings...

Page 30

Alone now in the wilds of suburban Connecticut, you ditch your weapons and vest in a nearby dumpster and run. You only make it a few blocks before a police car nails you with a searchlight. “STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!” the police car PA screeches. You freeze in place....

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As you walk down the left tunnel, the voice comes one more time, faint and fading, “Kyle…” You break out into a jog, the lights in the tunnel passing over your head in a blur. You look back, to see if anything is following you, it feels like something is following...

Page 20

You use the fire axe to pry off the boards across the door and set them aside. The squeaking of the nails as you pull them out seems loud in the quiet night. You try the door and the knob turns. A quick look with the flashlight shows you that the lock on the inside...

Page 75

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”) HIPPIE PROOF DISCO PROOF COBAIN-RESISTANT TO...

Page 55

You stand and say, as loudly as you can, “HILLARY CLINTON! WHERE ARE YOUR EMAILS?!” She turns and hisses like a teakettle. “WHO DARES?” she screams. You nail her in her pendulous breast with a piece of snapped off stalagmite and start down the narrow stairs carved...

Page 43

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 her, nightmare of a thousand Fox...

Page 42

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.   DO YOU try the office door? TURN TO...

Page 70

“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. Great flashlight. Kim Jong-Un gave me that...

Page 100

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 coast to coast, burning and looting and...

Page 85

“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 tunnel, not talking, your footsteps quiet on...