Ficlets

Oct. 25th.
10:28am
Channel 527’s pointless biography went to break. 3 days before the prophesized war, this channel was on every Mantra television, and every Mezin television.

“Please stay tuned for a live commercial broadcast.”

The message crackled away to a low quality picture of Van Mantra, and by the looks of it, he had stuffed him self under his desk.

“Good morning everyone, i have urgent news for you. As you know, my hiding spot has been discoverd off of Felixstowe. I don’t have much time so listen. The writings of prophet Ethan Hass, and my own research leads me to insist that you migrate as far inland as possible.”

He was interupted by a loud knocking and muffled voices.

“He’s in here, I can hear him”
“I want this door down now.”
“Heh, yes Sir!”

Van Mantra chimed in again.

“Keep your weapons close, and your loved ones closer.”

There was an explosion.

“Ignore the Mezin, the enemy comes from the sea. this will be my last…“

The camera dropped with the sound of a gun.