The man poured himself a cup of hot, black coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. The steam ascended past his unblinking eyes as they stared vacantly at nothing. He stared for what seemed like forever, dreading another miserable day at the office until a high pitched beeping snapped him out of it. He…
Shear Pruning
After many seasons of neglect, Fred had finally decided to get out his pruning shears and tidy up the garden. Long skinny branches had overgrown their welcome and extended this way and that. He spent many hours trimming until it was finally all done. As he picked up the brush, he found a finger laying…
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 – 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…
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
Taradiddle Soup 