Mike Pearson's Adventures on a Pale Blue Dot

Tick Tock Clocks and Feverish Dreams Lanky Pete woke up from a feverish dream, screaming and trying to get away from a dragon that was ripping at his back with its giant pointy  claws, and then circling around to breathe fire at him from the front.  The dragon had the face of Monty Johnson, the school principal that gave Lanky and Slim Jim a whooping yesterday. As the dragon attacked Lanky from all, sides, the face of Monty was speaking to him in a language he had never heard before. Lanky felt deep down, down at the bone level, that the Monty faced monster was trying to convey the most important message that Lanky would ever receive. It seemed to have the form of a warning, the most serious, life altering string of words that human ears could possibly absorb.  And Lanky Pete couldn't understand one single syllable of the extremely important Monty dragon monster message. Lanky Pete heard himself screaming in pain, as he tried to rise upwards from a thick and sticky fog. T...

Desperate Prayers and Voodoo Curses The mechanic got lucky and retrieved his pot of beans from the top of the woodstove before they burned to the bottom.  He put a couple scoops of beans into an old bowl returned to his yard where David Lee Royce was crumpled up on the lawn.  The repair shop blocked the view to the road, so the mechanic had no reason to rush any decisions. He didn't know who this man was, but he definitely knew his type. This large leather jacket, tattoo man was going to bring a new kind of poison into Beetlebottom, and Beetlebottom…of all places, didn't need that kind of trouble. The old mechanic had moved into town about ten years ago from other parts, that were as yet ill-defined. His services in auto repair were welcome by all in and around Beetlebottom.  He did his work and pretty much kept to himself. But now, the mechanic had several things in his possession that he really didn't want or need. There was a dead asshole laying on his law...