February 3rd, 2011 I was twenty-seven again, but for some reason, I needed to go to high school. It was a beautiful spring morning at my parents' house, and strangely, the shower was covered in feces. No way was I going to use that, so I just put on some clothes and went to school.…
New House
January 17, 2011 It was a sunny spring afternoon. I had recently come into possession of a house in the woods on the outskirts of town. It wasn't too far from my current living situation, so it was easy to go find. I made my way over in my '89 RS Camaro with the T-tops…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – President Seymour Wellington
Jacob Aldrich Hanover, I need you to start making preparations immediately. My journey has been unexpectedly suspended. I and many other poor souls seem to have become trapped in the Old Milkridge Tunnel. I've been firing off so many letters that I'm not entirely sure how long I've been trapped down here, nor how long…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – PaTrick
Jacob, I want you to listen to me and listen to me good. I am stranded in the Old Milkridge Tunnel. By my estimate, it's been about two days and if that's the case, you guys should be prepping for Plan B. In the off-chance this letter reaches you in time, ABORT. Do not proceed…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Franklin Millsborrow
Dearest Agatha, I've had a most dreadful experience. As I'm sure you are aware by my lack of arrival, the train has failed. I have been trapped with the rest of the passengers for two seemingly whole days, though I cannot be sure. I, like most people here, have been sustaining myself on stale doughnuts…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Johnathan Sandow
My Darling Katherine, I apologize for my delay. The train which I have boarded seems to have broken down in a tunnel which no light can penetrate. It's been very quiet and I've kept to myself as to not create a disturbance. Most here, at least of those from my car, seem to have the…
Can Stop Love
Luke sat in his car in front of the old café. His fingers gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as his breath created a fog upon his windshield. The car was off. He had pulled over to the side of the road to collect his thoughts for a moment. He and his fiancé…
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 – 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…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Jacob Edger
A child died today. By my estimate, she was somewhere between ten and thirteen. I don't know what happened. But it shook me to my core. It was not long after the lights went out and the train stopped. We were sitting there in our seats quietly. It was pitch black and no one spoke a…
Taradiddle Soup 