The Klash

The Klash is a fashion victim turned super hero. The Klash (k not c, so as to avoid copyright issues with the great 80s band) fights crime wearing a mish-mash of styles, colors and patterns that confuses criminals.

Weapon of choice: the Klashnikov

Not to be confused with the AK47, the K fires rubber bullets that explode on targets’ bodies with a set of industrial dyes of dazzling colors, all of which have never been animal tested and are strictly vegan, etc, and temporarily render the criminals bedazzled.

Just in time for a quick fashionable cuffing and makeover before being handed over to the police, usually saying the catchphrase: “You’ll look great for your court date.”

The Duck and the Cat

Holding a mallard. Being given water, and a white cat on snowy river banks, as part of some team survival, scavenger game level thing. Not many supplies. Find them along the way. Like a pair of white sneakers with bright blue stripes, slightly hidden in sand. Put them on. Hope they fit. Run and follow the duck and cat: getting ready for something…

Suspicious

Suspicious, vicious fishes make delicious, nutritious dishes.

Escaping Paradise

This was it. After a year of non-stop work and near end of the big project, Jack Stengel was finally on vacation and taking a break from his hectic schedule back in New York. Read More »

The strange man behind the mask

Close to dawn, a figure emerged from a darkened street in Hell’s Kitchen wearing all black. Read More »

Succubus

Peter Sanderson awoke with a succubus straddling atop. Peter felt exhilaration as he neared climax thinking how great his girlfriend Kate was in bed. He opened his eyes and gazed in absolute horror once he realized what was getting him off.Read More »

Treasure Robber

A skull’s decay emerged through the shifting dirt, as Gerald deftly managed the shovel. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. Careful and steady, but fast. Read More »

A Cup of Coffee

“You don’t want any cream or sugar,” Clancy asked Chuck after being served coffee by a waitress at Mike’s Diner off the Ditmars stop in Astoria, Queens.

“I like my coffee like I like my women,” Chuck said.

“How’s that?”

“Hot and black.”Read More »

In the sticks

The car died along a lonely road fifty miles from anywhere. The frustrated driver got out of the car after banging the steering wheel with his hands and yelling a number of expletives.Read More »

The Hun and the Vandals

“Stop kicking that sculpture. It’s a piece of art that someone obviously spent a lot of time on and what did it ever do to you?”

“Fuck man, c’mon let’s break some more shit!”Read More »