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Santa’s sleigh burned in the snow. His reindeer roamed in an open field nearby. All the gifts for all the good children around the world - burning to cinders. Santa turned on his side and gasped for air, a track of snow behind him chronicling his crawl away from the wreckage. A black boot slammed in front of Ol’ Saint Nick’s ol’ saint face. The black boot led up to a man covered in black body armor, obscuring his eyes with black goggles. “Well, well, well, Santa. Looks like you had yourself a little accident!” chortled The Man in Black. “Isn’t one of the first lessons in flight school to always keep an out for projectiles?” The Man in Black pointed to his Jeep. A rocket launcher was mounted in the back. “You never know what you might run your sleigh into up there.” Santa cried out, “ Why ?! Why would you do this to me - and the children?” Sneering, The Man in Black hissed, “Children? I don’t care about ch
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Chapter 16: Malevolent, menacing Queen Meredith lounged on her throne, drinking PG Tips with vanilla honey from a gold-plated human skull. She contemplated a dashing man hanging from the ceiling from his wrists. And the giant Venus flytrap snapping at his heels from the pit beneath him. “The last expedition to my planet kept this in their cargo bay,” Meredith purred. “Tiny little thing. Until I fed its own crew back to it, anyway. Amazing what a little TLC can do.” She took another sip. “Now, Mr. Rogers. Are you going to divulge the location of your partner?” Buck Rogers twisted above the flytrap and clamped his own trap. Annoyed, Meredith arose from her throne and descended the staircase. The guards stationed on every step bowed as she passed. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, her flytrap stretched out one of its three hungry heads for affection. The queen obliged. “My poor, sweet pet here hasn’t eaten in days,” Meredith mourned as she gently strok
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Chapter 15

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Chapter 15: Bulldog was finally regaining consciousness. He had an itch on his nose, but when he tried to move his hand to reach it, he was met with sharp resistance. His hands were tied to a chair. He was blindfolded. He could hear voices in the distance, but he couldn’t quite identify the speakers. One was proposing Bulldog be tossed down a mine shaft, the other arguing for a dip in the river with some heavy footwear. Bulldog tried to stand up. His feet were also bound tightly to the chair. How did this happen? Think, Bulldog. Think…sunny day…a stroll in the park…loose change on the ground…no harm in making a bit of money…see a penny, pick it up…aerosolized chemical agent…excruciating pain…blackout... Even with these vague memories, Bulldog had a strong suspicion as to who was behind this. He heard a creaky door open, and heavy footsteps approach.   “Well, well, well, Bulldog. Predictable as ever. Still can’t resist a bit of loose change on the ground, can you?” sniggere
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Chapter 14

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Chapter 14 Bulldog peered through the blue and white plaid curtains adorning the windows of his cabin living room. In the bright haze of the late morning, he could see a helicopter hovering high above his house. A shimmer of glass down the hill caught his eye, and he saw a black SUV climbing the steep road to his humble abode. Bulldog watched patiently as the vehicle slowed to turn the sharp corners and rocky terrain. “Some people just don’t know when to quit,” Bulldog muttered with anticipation, “Three…two…one!”   When nothing happened, Bulldog frowned slightly and crouched a bit higher on the couch. “I said, ONE!” Bulldog snapped, and suddenly a flash and a bang permeated the air and the hill shook with the force of the blast. The SUV was gone. “I could have sworn I put that landmine farther down the hill,” mused Bulldog. Directly after the blast, the helicopter opened fire on the cabin. Bulldog hit the ground as bullets poured into the cabin walls. They sounde
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Chapter 13

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Chapter 13 The door said Jaclynn Cherry CPA.   There was a storm brewing outside the office as well as inside.   Jaclynn was standing behind the desk sweating and the lightning outside illuminated her face.   She was furiously shoving papers into her bag and burning the rest in a waste paper basket. Jaclynn had many famous clients, but the one client that was making her do all this was Bulldog White.    She had been Bulldog’s accountant for years.    And all those years she had been taking just a little off the top; not much, just enough so Bulldog wouldn’t notice.   And he hadn’t noticed…until now!! Somehow Bulldog had found out about her bookkeeping, and the only thing Bulldog hated more than too much buttermilk in his cornbread was a crooked accountant. When Jaclynn was nervous she changed her pants. She was on her fifth pair now.   Another bolt of lightning and a crash of thunder sounded behind her.   She turned toward the window and looked out of it.   After a momen
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Chapter 12

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Chapter 12: The cattle were all calm now.   Pam, Jan and Shar, the Calamity sisters, dismounted their horses to take a look at the prized cattle they had just stolen.   “Ha! That was so easy,” whistled Jan.      “Darn tootin’! How much do you think we can get for these?” asked Shar.   “These are some the best cattle in the land, I’m guessing 20...30 bucks a head,” said Pam. “We’re going to be rich.”, said Jan, “easiest job we’ve done!”   “That’s right,” smiled Shar, “with Bulldog gone, it was like taking candy from a baby.”   All three sisters cackled and whinnied, their howls echoing off the dusty peaks miles in the distance. But their laughter was sharply interrupted by a familiar voice, “Now don’t you ladies go counting those cattle before they hatch.”   All three sisters looked around startled and bemused.   “Who said that?” said Shar as all three women drew their guns.   “I did,” said the faceless voice.   The ladies panicked and began whirring aroun
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Chapter 11

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Chapter 11 Jordan “Iron Pen” McMillian, the toughest editor in the business, sat authoritatively behind her enormous oak desk. Beyond her was the New York City skyline and with a corner office on the 107 th floor, the sheer amount of light from the myriad windows in the office gave Jordan’s visitors a sense of exhilaration and fear. As she slowly read the dense manuscript in her powerful hands, she thought about all her success and how she got to be a named partner at the world’s most prolific publishing company.  Jordan never took any flak from anyone and she always spoke her mind – heck, she even thought that Shakespeare could use a good Iron Pen red line review.  Reaching the last page of her current read, she huffed and slammed the manuscript on the desk.   “Are you kidding?” she scoffed over her delicate reading glasses. “What is this garbage?”  Bulldog, who had patiently waited in silence while Jordan scrutinized his life’s work, stood up and walked to a m
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