Revenge of the Bugs

The walls of Commander Cockroach’s bunker shook with every thump of the boots of the giant that ruled the world above. Each thump meant countless deaths. It meant another widowed cockroach. It meant a family without a father. It meant he was losing the battle.  The commander stared aimlessly at the tattered strategy maps onContinue reading “Revenge of the Bugs”

2020 Booze Awards

It was a desolate night outside of Anheuser Theatre, but the halls within warmed with the activity of black clad stage hands frantically assembling the show of the year. The theatre normally blended innocuously into the industrial background of Milwaukee like a balsam fir nuzzled within the caress of a tree farm, however tonight the red brick building was lit elegantly. Two massive spotlights strafed through the foggy air and skipped along the shallow, dark sky. A shimmering red carpet led from the sidewalk, through the front door, and into the main hall. Gates were set up on either side to contain the tittering crowd. Four long, gold drapes with dark green fringe hung over the lip of the roof and ran down the front of the building. Millions of pounds of saturated clouds hung over the scene with holy catastrophic potential.

The River

The green darkness seemed to unravel and open as he drove further and further down the road towards his home. The full moon guided him down the pathway and illuminated the forest around him. It seemed as if there was a macabre puppet show being produced by the arms of the trees. The pitch black shadows were dancing over the chilly, light blue rays bouncing off the moon.