After buckling in I lookwd across Jeffery Epstien, with eye's slightly wrinkled he looked at me slovenly. Like the car that ate the canary as if he knew something I didnt and he most likely did too.

"Do you dance with the devil beneath the pale moonlight?" I asked

chuckling slightly, his face morphed into one of devilish innocence.

"No but we usually have tea parties with fairies and princesses"

I smiled at that, my mind conjuring images of young girls dancing in a candlelit room while pouring scented oil from tea cups on each other while me Epstein and his cronies looked on from the shadows, barbed in chitons and wearing flower wreaths as crowns.

"Tea parties huh how quaint, though I don't think the devil would enjoy such an event"

"Oh he does and all his demon friends come too" he replied

"There is a rumour that you once had a party with Ebenezer Scrooge,how did that happen?" I asked

" Well..... " he paused smirking "Scrooge knew that I kept lovely tea parties with a wide variety of tea. I mean counting billions all day with no time to play can be quite dreary"

"With twenty eight different variety of tea that must have been quite the party, but wasn't it a bit too much though, the tea I mean?" I asked

" actually no, to be honest it was barely enough"

Sneering at him I asked " What if you were caught by the capes crusaders and thrown into Arkham asylum, what then of Humpty Dumpty and his band of merry men? "

He laughed at that as if the very idea of being locked up was a hilarious joke. Chuckling he answered "No not Humpty Dumpty, I'm the game that broke the bat, the Vader that is their father.the asylum will no more gold me than it holds the joker" his face devoid of humour

"Why so serious?" I asked " you know" I said before he could answer

"You remind me of Saul from the bible, who falls in his sword instead of facing the music"

"No wrong again" he says "I'm Peter pan the mischievous legend that never dies"

"Well you seem like the type to get a rope and take a long step for a short drop" pausing for a beat I then added "maybe you should dance with the devil under the pale moonlight, sounds more fun anyway"

Before he could answer his phone beeped, glancing at it he looked at me and said " excuse me I have a tea appointment, not sure if I'll see you for the rest of the flight" smirking he got up and left.

They sat at the table in the noisy bar looking at each other, each with a bottle of cold beer, taking sips every now and again.

The widow glanced at the other two, then focused on the sexy stud of a bartender serving drinks. She had found her husband having an sex with their maid, three months later he died in an accident on a fishing trip.

The prostitute looked both women, the widow in disgust openly ogling the bartender and the nun in contempt with her self satisfied expression. Her husband had died leaving nothing to her, with no other options she became a prostitute.

The nun looked at both women and sighed. She had traveled in both women's shoes until she became a nun. Used and abused she had been through it until one night after servicing a customer she was hit with a divine revelation and turned to god.

The people traversing the bar glanced at the lone nun sitting in a corner in the bar nursing a bottle of cold beer.

Rick sat at the small coffee table, slowly sipping the hot coffee in his mug, every so often he would lift his eyes and look at the hologram of Niagara falls. Hundreds of thousands of gallons of water going over the edge, in his mind the spray imperceptibly washes his face, soothing his soul for the long day ahead of him. A voice breaks the tranquil spell.

"You're not going to try and dive in right?" A warm voice asks

"No, I can't swim" Rick answers whilst looking at Dhalia, his current bunkmate.

Dhalia smirked then turned to back to her computer screen, her chubby overweight frame giving him a raging hard-on, her 5'9" height towered over him by a mere three inches. They were assigned based on compatibility and gender preference as the mission could last decades, and what was the mission?. Survive on mars, procreate then await the signal to return to earth.

In the year 20-- nuclear war broke out between America and Iran which then escalated to become a global nuclear war. The earth became a pitted slag of radioactive rock, with most lifeforms on earth dead, nations began fleeing to outer space. Those of wealth and affluence lived in the Terra formed pod villas on the moon while the others were sent to mars to colonise and Terra form the planet.

The habitats for the new pioneers were little more than pods connected together then covered with thick layers of frozen Co2, harvested from mars atmosphere and a few meters of dirt to block the radiation. With no windows holograms are set up and colonist are given virtual reality goggles. With the high levels of radiation on the planet, one of the pods is used for aquaponics to grow plants and seafood. Their daily life spent mostly inside the pods creating robots to Terra form the planet, exercise to prevent bone loss and cardiovascular problems due to mars very low gravity or other recreational activities.

Finished drinking his coffee Rick walks over to his lab where he begins fine tuning some robots to combat the electrostatically charged Mars dust. Its only been a week since they arrived and even though there have been no messages from earth even though they can see it via satellite, he won't slack off because he has a date with his bunkmate in three hours.

Looking back 2020 didn’t start off with a bang, just the normal tremor of a normal year. Same old bucket list, same old hopes and dreams. But then boom, this 8.9 magnitude earthquake called the Coronavirus popped up and bam no more toilet paper.

The world leaders told us not to panic, no need to worry they said “the Coronavirus won’t last long because it was made in China.” It’s now July, Chinese products don’t last that long. Before long there were types of rumors going on about this virus called Covid-19.

“Breaking News! Eminem has just become the first celebrity to be diagnosed with Coronavirus. In a statement released by doctors, it has been revealed that his palms were sweaty, knees weak and arms were heavy. He presented with vomit on his sweater already initial testing has revealed its mom‘s spaghetti.”

Naturally the world was horrified until they found out it was just a rumor just like the one stated from the White House that said “Chuck Norris cured Coronavirus the virus is healthy at the moment.

Next came quarantine the whole world became temporarily closed. With quarantine came boredom, food for the thought though: When Sir Isaac Newton invented Calculus it was during a Plague. Do you have any idea how bored you have to be to invent Calculus. Nowadays the rage is mask wearing to avoid the virus but this thought comes to me: thinking a mask is going to stop Covid-19 is the same as thinking that your underpants will protect everyone from a fart. This year is the first I’m not going to Fiji because of Covid-19, normally I do not go because I am poor. Apparently this year is being written by Stephen King not sure how true that is but it beats R.L Stine I guess. To end this I would tell a Coronavirus joke but I won’t because it’s going to be viral and you will die laughing.

Dionysus my friend this not the end

trying to kill yourself immortality cannot bend you lack war and strife, some spice in your life

not a toga nor a chiton then how about a wife.

Athena‘s eyes are grey they sparkle in the night

now I’m sure she would mind if you shagged her with all your might

her breast are ever perky, thigh’s strong and firm

lay siege to her and conquer, victory you will earn.

My friend don’t be shy of the goddess with grey eyes

I’ll tell you a joke you know what never mind

Dionysus listen well this joke I will tell,

if you dare to use your tongue she’ll give you five sons, three daughters a knell, a dell maybe even a wishing well.

After five years of marriage who knew that their love would run dry. Maybe it started when they almost lost all of their money, or maybe it started when he found the condoms in her purse or maybe it all started with the underwear in his pants pocket. Who knew that all this love eventually became a bone chilling hate between the once loving couple.

The once loving couple became chillingly bitter towards each other, Mrs Stewart would follow her husband everywhere he went. Her very presence became an antagonistical demon to Mr Stewart. He tried to get a divorce many times but she would not sign the paper, it wasn’t long before he started to seriously consider murdering his wife.

Having formulated a plan he told her at dinner

”I’m going to Jamaica for the weekend will you come?”

”yes” was her single word response.

The plane trip to the island was quite and uneventful the silent couple glided through customs, sunk in their individual worlds until arriving at their destination. There was a little hilltop resort beside a famous land mark, Lovers Leap where he had spent a lot of his younger years in more intimate company. It was filled with verdant greenery, rolling hills and that picturesque beauty that comes with a tropical island. Taking a quick walk to this famous landmark he saw the lush lawn followed by a steep drop onto the jagged rocks into the sea. Nodding his head in satisfaction he went back to the lodge.

“I’ll be taking a walk tomorrow morning“

” I will come with you” was Mrs Stewart‘s stoic response

”okay I will be ready at 7” he said

”I will be ready by 7” she echoed

The bright dawn heralded a new day which found the odd couple silently strolling the path to the cliff side. Alongside the way wild thoughts ran rampant in Mr Stewarts mind. Should he kill her, is it worth it, what if they both fell over the cliff side.

Upon reaching the famous spot Mr Stewart sat down on one of the wooden benches that dotted the resort, while Mrs Stewart paced infront of him whilst wringing her hand. Seeing her anxious state caused Mr Stewart to break out into cold sweat.

“What’s the matter with you?” he asked his voice shrill with fear “come sit beside me”

Mrs Stewart fixed him with a glare, then spoke, her voice devoid at emotion, as cold as the early morning mountain top air.

“I know you hate me and want to get rid of me, but you’re hate is nothing compared to mine. You are the cause of this, I am who I am today because of you and your inability to keep it in your pants.“

“Maybe if you weren’t so stingy sexually that wouldn’t have happened“ was his swift and sharp response.

“ I told my friends that I think you plan to kill me on this trip before I left” she said shocking him.

“Why, Why would you do that?” he exclaimed.

“because my hate for you burns hotter than the fires of hell. You maybe a soft persimmon when’s it comes to murder but my hate knows no bounds. Before we left this morning I told the Manager that you intended to kill me, they tried to dissuade me but in the end they could only agree to follow behind us.“

While his face was frozen in horrow, she tore and ripped off pieces of her dress then flung them from her hand.

“James!” she screamed “Why did you do this to me?”

before he could move, she’s flung herself over the cliff, her shrill scream piercing the silent morning air. Standing at the edge Mr Stewart was frozen in horror, who would believe him if he told them. Swiftly two men approached the cliff side. They accosted him whilst staring at the tattered clothing on the rocks below their faces grim.

Dear grandma,

I’m sorry for being a brat when I was younger, not doing chores, annoying you and “aggravating your spirit“ as you always said. When I was a teen I should have had a bit more prudence and self control, but no I carried on just the same. A real prick. It wasn’t until the before you died that I wanted to make amends and by the time I got to your side you were already gone. Your wisdom, tough love and Christian teachings all gone and now I know, now I feel and miss your presence. I’m sorry for all that I did grandma. I really am.

Your grandson