are 500 to 1000 word short stories about one or more video games. "To
Catch a Plumber" features elements from "Super Mario Bros." and
felt the water around him begin boil and knew what lied ahead.
never thought much about it before, just accepting it as a part of this strange
world. But as he watched it twirl around, like the compass he used in grade
school math class, he began to wonder: how DO those fire sticks burn
he was a plumber, not a philosopher, and there were more pressing matters at
hand. A pair of black-and-white sea horrors silently glided towards him, their
terrifying tentacles almost brushing against his boots.
one hand holding his hat to his head, the plumber struggled ahead, barely
evading the stick of fire. As it struck one of the demons, a sound like a rock
hitting a metal bucket echoed through the ocean, and the beast sank lifelessly
into the depths.
the other, motivated by hunger and hate, charged onward.
plumber could see the green pipe just ahead. There was no way he would make any
farther than that.
he felt a slimy tendril wrap around his ankle, he lunged for the pipe, grabbing
the side. As the monster tried to drag him to a watery grave, the plumber
pulled with all his strength towards the inside of the pipe, to the current
that could get him to safety.
plumber suddenly felt a great force pulling him upward. Relief washed over him
and he relaxed his tired muscles, literally going with the flow. Where ever he
would end up, it HAD to be better than the aquatic hell that had nearly claimed
gave way to light. The plumber reached out of the water, felt around for the
edge of the pipe, and hoisted himself out. He slumped on the grimy, damp floor
with a thud.
then he heard a second thud and something wet and heavy climbed on his chest. He
was face to face with sea beast!
he could react, a red and white ball wacked the monster in the head. It confusedly
blinked a few times before wilting into a heap next to him.
plumber stood up slowly. The small, dim room reeked of wet rats and rust. The
only sound was the constant dripping of sea water – enough to drive someone mad
over time – and the labored breathing of the person who had rescued him.
are you?” asked a raspy voice.
mind! Names don’t matter down here. The only thing that matters is catching
the shadows emerged a man with an ashen face. A tattered white and red baseball
cap concealed his eyes. His decades-old jeans, torn at the bottoms from
constant wear, hardly fit around his emaciated waist. Balled up in the corner
were the remains of a blue and white overshirt, and on floor lied a waterlogged
cell phone, the word “Go” crudely scratched into the glass screen over and over
man stretched out his hand, which was clad in a moldy green glove. He slowly
extended his finger towards the sea beast lying dead on the ground.
one is dinner,” he grumbled. “But I was hoping for a new friend, too.”
lifted his head, his eyes visible for the first time. They danced with evil.
choose you, plumber man!” he hissed.
man threw another one of the red and white balls and it landed near the
plumber’s feet. The sphere popped open like compact mirror. The plumber
shielded his face instinctively, wondering what fresh horrors would emerge.
sphere rattled, then tipped over, spilling out a pile of animal bones. Was it a
rat? A mouse? He couldn’t tell.
clinked like tiny sticks as they hit the cold, metal floor.
mia!” exclaimed the plumber.
dashed towards the pipe and full speed, jumping once, twice, three times to
avoid the attack. But it was too late. The crazed man used the great ball, and
the plumber was caught. The last thing the he saw was a series of flashing lights,
enough to induce an epileptic seizure, then darkness. Only darkness. For the
rest of eternity.
enslave ‘em all!” exclaimed the man.
laugher reverberated through the dank room, leagues beneath the extraordinary
kingdom of mushrooms, and miles away from justice.