He took up the challenge again. Having forgotten

He took up the challenge again. Having forgotten what that was, he turned to his second and only found a third rail. He persevered and drew lots for weapons. The challenger drew pi

He fell back struck to the quick, presumably over that special ratio of a circle's circumference & its radius. As he lay there dying among the flowers of evil he'd sown by avoiding

the man, the Flower Picker, as the village folk called him, from crossing his path. You see, the Flower Picker fed on the light and color in a flower, but this man's flowers were

lies with large teeth. This man's flowers were lies that had got ahead of life, hungry spirits beset from a right path which made them as hungry as a seaborne iceberg. They glowed.

Those flowers were so avid for human flesh they were salivating. TBH, I did briefly consider buying a few to clean up my contact list. Text breakups are so cold. But instead I only

used them to euthanise my poor old grandma. Flesh eating flowers are good for that sort of thing. We held the funeral on a Wednesday morning.

The flesh-eating flowers had saved us a bundle on grandma's final expenses, and though I was sad, I knew that I had to use their power for good. That's why I started a new business

The removal business. I started small, inviting my bitch boss for lunch, shocking her. She thought I didn’t like her. 2 Ativan and a glass of wine later, I fed her to the plants.

It don’t matter what I’m removing. Bugs. People. Wallets. Peace of Mind. I’m in the removal business I’d tell ‘em. “Pay me in cash, beer, or dank memes,” I tell ‘em. Money is money

, ya know, and I gotta do what I gotta do...and right now imma remove myself from this story, 'cause it's OVA!