I’m a girl with a reputation for being kidnapped. It’s my schtick you see. Last week, it was Frogman, stealing me away to his lilypad lair. Two months ago, Regis Studios paid me to sit captive for a guy dressed as a slug in a B-grade doozy. And don’t get me started on Big Ape II.
Category: issue 6
For Sale: One Unicorn Saddle, Mostly Disenchanted, by Aimee Picchi
Listing: One unicorn saddle, made of purple vegan leather and embossed with pink rhinestones spelling “Emma”
Villainy: A Reluctant Memoir, by Erin Rockfort
Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not one of your wishy-washy “sympathetic” villains, alright?
The War in Apartment 15, by Shalini Srinivasan
It was lunch time, which meant Mrs Gourishankaran was at my cabin complaining. She demanded my immediate intervention, as if I was the entire UN peacekeeping corps. I swallowed my rice and put it away in a leisurely fashion; I pinned my badge back on. Then I sat straight and opened the window a little wider. I gave her my full attention, since I wasn’t going to give her anything else.
