Flap by Munsi

Flap
By Christopher Munroe

Don’t you see?

The “Magic” feather wasn’t magic, you never needed it, the power was within you all along!

You could always fly, you just had to believe!

So believe! Close your eyes, believe in yourself, and flap!

Flap, flap your arms, flap as hard as you’re able and believe as hard as you can, leap from atop this party bus, and soar! Soar to the heavens, where you truly belong!

Fly!!!

Shit, you okay? Let me help you up.

Sorry, I didn’t think you’d fall for that. Obviously people can’t fly.

You gotta admit, though, that was pretty funny…

The Detectives by Munsi

The Detectives
By Christopher Munroe

We found him in his office, dead.

There were rope burns around his neck, and when we examined the body we counted fourteen stab wounds in various spots.

That’s not even going into bullet holes, eight total, the last basically obliterating the top part of his head, splattering blood and brain across the ceiling.

The room absolutely reeked of petrol, and a lighter was found near the gasoline-soaked body. One spark would have set the whole room ablaze…

Yes, we concluded, he had not died of natural causes.

His death had been violent, violent indeed…

But: Had it been accidental?

Munsi – Trench

Exploration

By Christopher Munroe

I’d like to see the bottom of the Marianas Trench.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think there’s much down there, no sea monsters or anything, it’s just the furthest, remotest place we can explore on earth, and as such it’s important that we see it.

The last frontier in the world before we start venturing into the stars, a sort of symbolic “We’ve seen everything” moment that might motivate us up and, finally, off the planet.

It feels important, on that level.

That said, if there WERE sea monsters, I’d like to see that too. That would be amazing…