The cavalry arrived triumphantly at the wrong battle.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
The “unicon” stabbed the fool through the wallet.
He could never believe in her natural genius.
His wondrous fame only existed in his head.
The marketing department exalted the vapid author’s books.
Only a fool could solve the king’s puzzle.
She sprinkled poison ivy over all his food.
The super man was more mediocre than great.
The zombies raided the office fridge, disregarding labels.
“Someday you’ll recognize my superior farting skills.”
“Someday…”
The mannequin basketball game was actually rather exciting.
Jim was abducted along with Fluffy and Puddles.
The alien overlords were neutralized by pudding cups.
He called his wife “old news” only once.
He caught the vacant look in her eye
Only a top tier lawyer could hide this.
His sacrifice meant nothing when the starship exploded.
“There was so much blood… sweat and tears.”
He ate and ate and ate his fears.
The peer pressure burst his very precious bubble.