Did You Get My Message?Cindy set down the bag of groceries, heaving a sigh as heavy as the cans in the bottom.More Like This
"Apartment sweet apartment…" She mumbled to herself, words echoing off the walls. Her gaze fell upon the phone as she threw her keys into a bowl on the counter. She allowed her mind to wander as her eyes stayed fixed upon it. "It's been almost two years…" she realized, with surprise, "since I've talked to him…must be three or four since I've seen him."
She shook herself from her thought long enough to reach into the bag and pull out a pint of ice cream. Leaving the rest of the groceries to wait, she grabbed a spoon from the dishwasher and headed for the couch. "Mmm. Pecan ripple." She commented, distracting herself from the additional phone that now sat to her right. She thought of reaching for the remote, but didn't move for it.
Still, she couldn't let the idea go.
"What if.." she thought to herself, as the first spoonful of ice cream entered her mouth, "I just pick up the p
Hope Amidst Tragedy(Part One)It had been six full months since either Judy or Hugh, or any of the other parents, for that matter, had heard from their children. For that amount of time, as far as anyone in Retroville could remember, no one had seen any sign of Sheen Estevez, Cindy Vortex, Carl Wheezer, Libby Folfax, or Jimmy Neutron. The parents had searched high and low, in any location they could think of, from as specific a location as the Candy Bar to one as varied and random as the Purple Flurp factory. Even the authorities had no success in finding the missing children.More Like This
Judy clung on to a hope that her son had most likely been captured by aliens somewhere, the rest of the children with him, and them becoming the aliens' slaves. But she still held on to the idea that he was still alive, at least. That was her highest hope, anyway. Little did she or anyone else know how wrong they were...
For when they were finally discovered, they had been found on both a deserted island in
Gassing UpExadyne Fuel Systems had selected the most inhospitable patch of desert available for its test facility. This served two purposes. First, they had to be sure that the new automobiles would be able to operate under extreme conditions. Second, someone would have to be both highly motivated and certifiably insane to try to spy on the test runs.More Like This
Most days the track sat idle. But on this day, a small team had been sent out to perform high speed road tests on several of the new vehicles. Larry was just returning from a one hundred mile run in the Zelectra, a battery-powered electric. The car was eerily quiet as it rolled up to the facility's huge garage, emitting only a soft hum.
"Nice run," Carol called out to Larry as he exited the vehicle.
"Yeah, but I really did some damage on those last few miles. The number three motor is shot. The heat's just killing her." Larry was their best test driver, and looked the part. Tall, l