Uncle Eric’s Burger


By Christine Goodnough

Uncle Eric captivated the children with his alien spaceship story at the family picnic. Especially Andy, who peppered Eric with questions until mom finally shushed him.

While fixing their burgers by the grill, Andy piped up, “Uncle Eric …”

“Hush! You’ve pestered Uncle enough.”

“But Mom …”

Dad frowned. “Not another word until after dinner.” Andy sighed and shrugged.

After they’d eaten Eric said, “Now Andy, what did you want to tell me so badly before?”

“Two flies landed in the ketchup on your burger and you didn’t see when you put the top on. It doesn’t matter now. They’ve … uh … disappeared.”


The Job Sight


By J.J. Vaughan

The construction site was booming
Roofers were swearing over blaring stereos,
3 PM summer sun was beating down.

Pushing a wheel barrel all day,
A bead of sweat dropped from under my hard-hat
And over my safety glasses,
Almost impairing my vision of a jogger:

Tight shorts.
Low-cut tank top.
Curvy swagger.
Epic cleavage.

Shit. I’m one of those “creepy” construction guys.
Don’t stare, I think.

But just then she looked up at a shirtless roofer:

Totally staring.

I should become a roofer.

Childhood Pranks


By The Urban Spaceman

Two weeks into summer break and bored out of their minds, Tommy and D.J. rode their bikes two miles to the abandoned church in the countryside. They spent three days chiselling the image of a giant penis into an outer wall, and the rest of the summer giggling over their artistic accomplishment.

In 2717, following the aftermath of the Earth-Venus conflict, two anthropologists from Mars University won the prestigious Hawking Prize, and a substantial credit grant, for their discovery of an ancient fertility pilgrimage site and its importance in proving how primitive terrestrial humans were obsessed with phallic worship.

“Can I Help You?”


By Marsrick

“I’m looking for crystals.”

“We have some excellent chakra re-aligners. They also treat mange.”

“Is your shop affiliated with Cosmic Roy’s?”

“Not quite. We harvest our crystals while Sirius is in retrograde. Cosmic Roy can’t say that.”


“While you’re here, check out the salt lamps.”

“Do those work?”

“Sure do, and our salt is from the Ganges Mountains. You can taste the ions.”

“My cat has diabetes. Can’t I treat that with the crystals I have at home?”

“Our wares are specifically formulated for animals. I wouldn’t endanger my pet with products intended for humans.”

The Sketch Artist’s Rendition


By E.F. Olsson

The news finally broke in interrupting the television show. I was disappointed – not from the show and the bad actors, but because they took so long.

The anchor anxiously warned that the police were on a city-wide lookout for a man, a potential serial killer, and everyone should stay indoors. They gave a description and broadcasted the sketch artist’s rendition from the lone witness.

Once they returned back to normal broadcasting, I went out onto the porch, lit a cigarette, stared up at the moon and smiled at how uncannily accurate that drawing was.

Perhaps I should grow a beard.

Happy Birthday, Kid


By John Kraft

“What d’ya mean, ‘Bring bail money’?”

“I mean, in case things get ugly.”

“But it’s a birthday party for a 6-year-old.”

“Yeah? Remember last year’s party?”

“Good point. What about a gift? What should I bring?”

“If you’ve got a speed loader – bring it.”

“A speed loader – for a 6-year-old?”

“No. For yourself, just in case. For the kid? Give her a Starbucks card.”

“The kid drinks coffee?”

“No, but Mommy and Daddy do. The kid gets a cookie. Everybody’s happy – unless …”

“I’ll bring bail money and my speed loader.”

10 PM. BYOB. Be there!”