The Time Mike Pence Tried to Make Scottishness Great Again
The following is fiction. As far as we know, the real Mike Pence is not, in fact, the “laddie from Dunedin” or Chieftan of Clan MacPence
The following is fiction. As far as we know, the real Mike Pence is not, in fact, the “laddie from Dunedin” or Chieftan of Clan MacPence
This story is fictional. To the best of our knowledge, the real Mike Pence did not chase a bunch of carnies down in an autogyro.
This story is entirely fictional. To our knowledge, the real Mike Pence has never had any run-ins with Augustus Cobbledick.
Ten years after The Event I can finally tell the simulation that I was with him at his end, the damn fool. So many upgrades, bugfixes, and hardware changes have come and gone that...
Oddly enough, the house was never really his. His wife, a lady called Salubrity Prescott, had just begun to build the house when the supposed doctor met his end.
In the last week you traveled to the 1920s, met a wizard and inspired Mike Pence to curse and this is where you refuse to suspend disbelief?
As far as Mitt Romney is concerned, this tale contains observations of an anatomical nature which are, if not indecent, entirely fictional.
The following story is meant as humor. As far as we know Mike Pence does not do a spot-on Elmo impression when he has two lungsful of helium.
“That is all well and good,” I said. “But how can one discern the wings of a right-wing dominant chicken from a left-wing dominant chicken?”
This is a retelling of an Irish folktale. The modern Jack-O-Lantern may very well be derived from this tale, though there are other possible origins
This story is entirely fictional. To our knowledge, Mike Pence has never administered experimental doses of Thorazine to the mentally ill.
A fable by Bryan O’Nolan: “You have lived in a land of wonder. I have had every error, every fault, written indelibly upon my name.”
From the Ordinary Times Contributor Network, Michael Siegel’s Dreams in the Long Dark, part one of a three part short story.
“After that, I was in the joint for like a week before Coke came calling with a Brand Ambassador position.”
Original Fiction: Whatever noble mien Pomfret House once bore was long effaced by time and the foul reputation of its previous owner.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago when there were wolves in the forests and the future could be discerned through the observation of the flight of birds and the entrails of beasts
It’s been a slow news week so come with me on a journey into American folklore to a story we all kn–wait, what’s this coming in through my earpiece? The President of the United...
Original Fiction: “Ah, so this particular treasure-this one is different,” the intruder guessed. “This one actually means something to you, doesn’t it?”
The following story is meant to be humorous. Any resemblance to the Vice President or a beloved talking conveyance is purely coincidental.
I doubt I could get a thousand tons of uranium ore without attracting a bit of unwanted attention. In fact, it’s probably best I don’t disclose too much”