Author: Fakie Spaceman

An uneventful Saturday was winding down. Thomas was at home reading medical journals when the phone rang. “Hey, it’s Cazador with animal control,”…

“Tamara, must you make out with your boyfriend in my living room!” Tabby’s voice reverberated shrilly through the house. She stood in the…

The pink unicorn swung open the clinic door and stood surveying her surroundings. It wasn’t the ramshackle hole-in-the-wall place she had expected to…

The next morning, Tabby was in the cafeteria, puzzling over the unnatural sponge-like consistency of the scrambled eggs on her plate, when a…

“Hurry up!” Thomas called impatiently, as Tabby had once again fallen behind, having been distracted by some local flora in a planter on…