Evening Frank, or whatever the fuckin' time it is. I don't know. We've been stuck in this blasted tunnel for what must be at least a few days it seems. I can't be sure. I only know that I've slept twice since I've been here. Haven't showered since before I left. I must look like…
Where We Put Our Faith
Matthew sat alone at his desk in the living room, the only light coming from the computer monitor in front of him and the kitchen through the doorway. Smoke rose up from the cigarette between his fingers as he stared at the bright screen. It had been a particularly miserable day and he felt completely drained. He scrolled down…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Sam Davis
Yesterday a young girl left her mother's side and began walking in circles, chanting ceaselessly. "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so." It was quite chilling, really. She attacked a man who tried to help her and then went back to her circle as though nothing had ever happened. Today…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – President Seymour Wellington
Terrance Adams Lincoln, you filthy little twat-wrangler. It has come to my attention that there are those in this world that are at least as qualified as you to do your job. Until now, I have turned a blind eye to your personal proclivities because you did such exemplary work that I had great difficulty…
Can’t Stop Love
Alan slowly lowered the telephone receiver and placed it on the shelf in front of him as he stared through the glass with longing at the woman he loved. Their conversation had been brief, only the five minutes that the state would allow, but the fire it ignited was unmistakable. This was love, love that…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Bart Mankinson
Dearest Mary, Should I ever evacuate this journey and return home to you, I fear I shall forever be a bitter shell of the man whom I once was. The journey back from my trip that started out so enjoyable took a degrading turn when we lost motion and light traversing through the Sanderson Tunnel.…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – President Seymour Wellington
Jonathan Anthony Carver, you wretched little nincompoop! In the event that this letter reaches you before I do, you're fired! Sincerely, President Seymour Wellington
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Maxwell Hart
Dear Emily, I regret to inform you that my arrival has come under delay. Shortly after we entered the tunnel portion of our journey, the locomotive simply gave up the ghost so to speak. I'm not sure what caused the issue; I only know that I was on the scenic car enjoying my pipe tobacco…
Max and the Red Ball
Max fumbled around with his red ball for what seemed like hours. Just rolling it around in his hands, examining every bit of surface as though it contained the meaning of life. And to a toddler, perhaps it did contain the meaning of life. He took it everywhere he went, never playing with it; only…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Samuel
Hello Danny, I'm afraid my train has gotten caught in a bit of a spot. You see, there seems to have been some sort of a total power failure and we have not progressed for about two days by my estimate. Quite annoying, I admit, but we've managed to make a jolly old time of…
Taradiddle Soup 