The walls were closing in. Huge granite walls engrained with grit and guilt, suffocating his soul.
The Mattwhitaker had been doing just fine, thank you very much, sailing along, announcing criminal charges against some large Telecommunicus dinos …
Author: David Belisle
I'm a novelist and screenwriter in search of the Great Guffaw. It's kind of like getting hit with a bucket of Gatorade. It's a good time that sticks with you.
Ode to the Frankpentangeli …
The Rogerstone spotted a pair of slow-moving salamanders and scooped them up. He offered one to the Jeromecorsi and they squatted there beside a walk-up, enter-at-your-own-risk Brooklyn Brownstone cave. …
How to Make an Emergency …
It was all hands on deck in the Oval Dwelling for Day 35 of the Shut-down … or the Shut-Show as some Mediacircustops were now
State of the Disunion …
“That’s a winner, boss.”
The Stephenmillerus kicked one heel against the other and backed away from his latest footprints in the sand. It was a speech to commemorate the Tyrumposaurus’ second year in power. The T-Rump sniffed at it. …
And There Was Light …
Inside the Oval Dwelling, the Huckabeecyclops’ mood was somber. Her lazy, wandering eye found the Tyrumposaurus.
“Blessed be the fruit,” she said.
“Alright already, Huckabee,” said the T-Rump. “And stop looking at me like that. …
The Puppet Strings Tighten …
The news hung in the air like a rotting dino carcass baking in the sun.
The extra-smelly news had reached the three dinosaurs in the Oval Dwelling. Word was out that the Langleyops dinos had investigated the Tyrumposaurus the previous year for working for the Russodinos. …
