Beardly Fiction’s Journal for the End of the World
Follow us as we document the collapse of society!
I laid me down to sleep last night,
when I woke I stood at that pearly gate.
My heart pounded, it was a fearful sight.
Not Peter, an old gnome was to decide my fate!
Author: Ken Gack, the Ripper
January 1, 2023
Gargelson’s Inferno!
“I’m quite certain those damn gnomes are digging NEW LEVELS in hell!”
Well, my friends, I have an appointment with HR.
Again…
Author: Ken Gack, the Ripper
January 13, 2023
Wake up Sausage Van Winkle!
“Not gonna say that Ken’s Zoom calls are quite boring…but…”
I was rummaging through the break room…uhh…kitchen fridge the other day for my lunch, but it was nowhere to be found.
“Where the harphermarph is my gardafarging sammich?” I wondered quietly to myself…
Author: Ken Gack, the Ripper
February 18, 2023
One Sammich with Everything!
“That’s what you get for not putting your name on your leftovers…”