Category Archives: Chapter 7 – Thunderdome

Slutburger’s Job Interview Robert’s now officially ex-girlfriend arrived. (She’d texted him and that made it official. How he’d receive text when his phone had been reduced to individual molecules was not her concern.) She took a deep breath, and knocked … Continue reading →

Those Were Good Fireworks We’ve all had that dream where we reach out, trying to stop some cataclysmic event, but we’re too slow. Ed lived that dream. Spinning on a dime, four of the boys broke off from the pack … Continue reading →

We Were Promised Fireworks The Boy Scouts (which was one third girls) had enjoyed themselves thoroughly. There’d been cops and soldiers. A few of them had scored beers from Ed’s well stocked coolers. They’d gotten to beat up some hippies. … Continue reading →

Slutburger on the Prowl Having exited the Arena, Robert’s soon to be ex-girlfriend knew it was a new era. “Woof.” Her life would be bisected by this moment. This was her first moment of AW (after woof) and she was … Continue reading →

Woof Janice had never really registered Robert at all. When the cellphone went flying he stayed on target. It was all about the phone. It was going to pay for what it had done! The phone landed on a patch … Continue reading →

Muscle Car Undercarriage A fat county sheriff made a leap for Robert and missed. Janice didn’t dodge left or right of the sheriff who was suddenly in his way. He simply went through the exact space the man was occupying … Continue reading →

Cell Phone Thief It’s a disconcerting thing to witness an arena filled with frenetic screaming masses pivot on a dime so many times. The crowd had careened from good natured support of Mindy’s athleticism, to revulsion at Mindy’s failure to … Continue reading →

Release the Kraken The fighters readied themselves for the next round. Mindy, a good athlete through and through, was breathing deeply; the better to fill her lungs with oxygen and bring her heart rate down. On Janice’s side things were … Continue reading →

War With Eastasia Mindy was no wimp. The crowd howled like jackals and Janice advanced like a lion but she held her ground. At the last minute she dodged aside and landed a swift kick on Janice’s thigh. Swish. BANG! … Continue reading →

If you wound up here from an external link you’re probably wondering what context of could possibly make sense of this post. You’ve arrived in the middle of a serialized (and satirical) novel called Attack of the Lesbian Activist Squirrels. (The … Continue reading →