Max’s Mayhem

Sam stood at the coffee machine and grabbed a donut, as he heard his name being called. “Sam, in my office,” the chief yelled. “I’ve got to quit eating this crap and get back into the gym.” He thought: as he made his way into the chief’s office. The chief eyed Sam, “You really need…

Max’s Mayhem

Governor James Johnson ran his hands through his straight dark hair. Unlike his other colleagues who tended to be in their sixty’s and of a staunch, gruff demeanor: James was in his forty’s, extremely good looking and not so darn stuffy. He eyed his assistant as he spoke: “Now Carl, your job description is to…

Max’s Mayhem

    The dark shadowy figure which donned camouflage and combat boots, quietly parked the fishing boat. He made certain to tie it off tightly enough to hold; but loosely enough to provide the quick getaway that would be needed. All was quiet in the secure lake house community. Its inhabitants slept with what could…