Fake Nonfiction

“Bad Dudes II: Sad Dudes,” by Brian Boone

Feb 18th, 2015 | By

Prologue

The president has been kidnapped by ninjas. Blade and Striker are called upon to rescue President Ronnie.

They wouldn’t have called if they’d heard the news.

Blade must fight off the ninjas, rescue President Ronnie, and some how, some way, go on.

Alone.



“Bible Tales for Your Little Ones,” by Katie Burgess

Feb 11th, 2015 | By

THE CREATION

In the beginning God created Adam and Eve. And I know Grandpa is always saying how it’s Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve, but keep in mind that Grandpa’s mind isn’t what it used to be, and we love your uncles Steve and Ronald very much.



“Ink-justice: A short missive to my friend who is a writer now, I guess, and my awful, awful true feelings about the whole sorry affair,” by Simon Pinkerton

Feb 4th, 2015 | By

Ted,

I’m so happy for you that you’re getting your first book published! {Just when I thought my life couldn’t get more depressing, this happens. It’s a sign of the degradation of our society, and if publishers and consumers bought anything of any merit, rather than nasty, moronic crime melodramas, then it would be my novels in print, and your ode to idiocy would lie unread in the only storage space you have, under the bed in your squalid little studio grief-hole, while your ugly, frail body, racked with alcohol-sweats and tears, would lie pathetically on the yellowed sheets above}



What Else that Test of the Tornado Sirens Could Have Been,” by Jenny Krueger

Jan 28th, 2015 | By

• A test of your patience for reminding people that it is the first Wednesday of the month.

• Your city’s reminder that it is the first Wednesday of the month.

• A test of the Look Outside Anyway Alarm.



“Letters From My Editors,” by Matt Hanick

Jan 21st, 2015 | By

On your last math test you answered several questions correctly but deliberately tried to erase your steps toward finding the answers. You are clearly a genius. So when I received your “Dogs are the Best” story I was excited to read it at lunch, while smoking in my car. I loved it.