Desert Island Trump

  Open Carry School: A School in a state that fulfills its open carry dreams    “Berretta” shouted her mum, “Get DOWN here! You don’t want to be late for your first day at Open Carry School”.  Beretta flew down the steps clutching her bag of ammo. “MUM! I simply don’t know what to take!”  Her Mum shook her head slowly,. “Honey, we decided on the MP5SD3…We bought it last week specially” Beretta's eyes flared. “It’s so retro now, when You and Dad were at Open Carry School you used them! There will be boys there with M4A2’s with Picatinny rails and they won’t even notice me with a SMG”  The bus started along the road, Beretta dashed as fast as she could to the stop…”I hate you!” she sobbed.  At the school gates she wiped away the tears and watched as the kids hung out. Boys with Ithaca 10 gauge shotguns and SPAS15’s jeered at a down-town kid with his SKS. The Posers strutted around dangling their Barrett 50’s from the straps nonchalantly. Beretta to...

  Desert Island Thrump : A Short Story I awoke with a snap. The sun beat down and my tongue and throat were dry. My surroundings immediately were obvious. It was an island of about 30 foot across with a palm tree in the centre and waves gently rolling around it. The exact sort as seen on a postcard where two survivors might exchange a joke. There was, apart from the tree, no vegetation, no animals and the sea stretched in all directions with no land in sight. Lying like a beached whale a few feet away was an obese man in his seventies. He wore a suit that was ill-fitting and encompassed his bloated swollen body. A red tie draped onto the wet sand of prodigious length from his wrinkled neck. His skin was the colour of a satsuma and the texture of one. He emitted snoring sounds from a pursed pouting mouth which seemed stuck in an expression of hatred of all things. His eyes were sunk and surrounded by grey flesh and his head almost entirely bald with patches of long bleached ...