Surprise

I know what you got for christmas. Friends.

Digging

Deeper, deeper, down into the ground. Could there be M o r e ?

Futile

What could bring more joy than the latest phone? The next version.

Lonely

Find a friend, a soul to speak to. It does a world of good to anyone brave enough to try it.

Mind Reader, please stand by.

Who knew that reading the mind could cause such strife? How could I know? It made for poor reading.

Ants on a page, crawling to pierce. Words name their case, and other clichéd messes.

Hobopocalypse: Chapter Two

Hobo #731, class A expendable, ran at the oblivious farmer. “Well, I’ll git eem in th’ morning,” Joe said, barely concealing his rage. The stealthy hobo dived behind the open barn door just as Farmer Joe looked his way. “Coulda’ swore…” He muttered. While the angry farmer was admonishing himself loudly, #731 moved in, shotgun…