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The Price is Right Peace Plan

“Good evening. You’re in the Sit You, Yeah, You! Room and I’m the Wolfblitzer.” The grizzled, grey-skinned Mediacircustops, looked around the cramped cave at his loyal,...

T-Rump’s Debate

“B-O-R-I-N-G!” The Tyrumposaurus watched from afar at the 10-dino debate the Donkeykongrus were holding in the swampy, knee-deep waters of the Nevereverglades. “Hope! I mean, Huckabee! I mean … who the...

Shaming of the Two

ACT I. SCENE I. In a concealed cave, a clandestine meeting between the Seanhannity and the Manaforta. SEANHANNITY My dear Manaforta, can we talk? How you? How you do do? MANAFORTA Not free,...

My Wedding and Maria

Branches snapped and wildlife scattered. The Joshrogin dino, Sub Family of the Washingtonpostian, was chasing down a big story. He traipsed through the underbrush, pausing to sniff,...

Cybersaurus? What Cybersaurus?

A nervous humility settled over the Tyrumposaurus, his smug pomposity leaving him for its rightful owner, the resolute puppet master squatting nearby. “You have a Cybersaurus...

Filler Words

The Ricksantorum looked across the flat rock at the hard-staring Mediacircustops dinos before him. There was the deep-digging Andersoncooper, the legal expert Lauracoates and the Davidgergen, he of four-dino-regime fame. Seven years previous,...

D-Day Disaster

The Lauraingraham shifted her slim hips on her rocky seat in heightened anticipation. A sly grin crossed her lizard lips. Things couldn’t be more perfect. Here...

The Truth Hurts

“Profoundly clueless?! She called my profoundly clueless! How dare she!” The Kushneratops’ face cork-screwed into a cruel scowl as he and the Tyvankanatrix stared down at the footprints...

The Dread Sullivan Show

The dino judge, the Emmetsullivan, squatted upon his judicial bedrock. It was Monday morning. Following a nice, leisurely weekend dining on Denversaurus sandwiches in Hell Creek, it was back...

On Golden Pond

The Muellersavus took one last look at Impeachment Pond. It shimmered in the late afternoon sun, begging dinosaurs of any stripe to stop and dip their feet...