Depressed Wombat

“ So… you’re telling me this club lets girls go in free and skip the line? ” Ashley repeats excitedly as he paces around his living room deep in though while his girlfriend Sherry prepares dinner in the kitchen. After paying an exorbitant amount and waiting in line for hours the previous night, Ashley is keen to visit a better club to spend time with his friends and Sherry. “ Yeah! The only problem is that you and your friends are clearly guys ” Sherry laughs from the kitchen as she drops pasta into a pot. “ I think I know a way to fix tha t” Ashley smirks as he walks into the bedroom to reveal a pack of incense burners he bought from an antique store. Dropping them onto the kitchen table with a satisfied grin, he sees Sherry giving him a suspicious look. “ This better not be another piece of junk you found outside ” Sherry sighs as she inspects a long yellow incense stick. “ Give me a few minutes with this and I’ll show you what I mean ” Ashley smiles as he takes a stick and a lighter...

Squinting from the sudden bright light in his eyes, Mike looks over to his side to recover his vision. Blinking a few times, he sees another man across the table tied up and beaten to a pulp; looking closely he recognizes the man and his blood runs cold. “ Ben? Shit… are you alright? ” Mike whispers to the dazed and bruised man. Mike breathes a sigh of relief as he sees the Ben move and cough a few times, spitting out a tooth. Looking around, Mike sees Asian men in black coats in the room and notices that he’s tied down too. “ Well… well… Looks like we got 2 agents trying to disrupt my business ” says a massive tattooed Japanese man in broken English. Mike curses himself under his breath as he recognizes the head of the yakuza clan he and Ben worked for months to arrest. Realizing that he has been betrayed by the local police, Mike begins to struggle against his restraints only to hear the men laugh. Looking to his side, he sees Ben fully awake and terrified too scared to scream. “ Alt...

  A warm breeze brushes past your face as you walk down a dimly lit footpath talking about games with your friend Greg on the way back to your apartment. The warm weather and effect of alcohol keeps you and Greg rather buzzed despite trekking home past midnight half starving. In the distance you see a group of Asian chicks strolling towards you with their hips swaying and tits bouncing with each step. “ Holy shit dude… they’re fucking hot ” Greg whispers to you as the girls walk closer. You notice the group stop and giggle to each other, then turn to give you both a seductive wink. “ Call this number if you need some… services ” a girl laughs with a Chinese accent as she hands you and Greg a cheesy looking business card promoting their ‘services’. Awkwardly smiling you inspect the card and note that it looks like the usual scam tactic organisations use to rope people into debt so you quickly disregard it. However, Greg is smiling ear to ear giddy with anticipation as he imagines na...

  Sitting crossed legged and huddling over an open pumpkin, two boys excitedly whisper to each other in a closed bedroom. “ This game is called ‘Jack o’ lantern’ where the loser eats the bad candy from inside and does what the winner wants ” Aaron says happily as he pours candy into the opening, filling up the pumpkin. “ Oh easy !” Will responds whilst eyeing the candies looking for ones that look suspicious to avoid. Not long after, the game begins where the boys take turn eating a candy in hopes of not losing to the other. After a while, the two have eaten most of the contents without picking the bad candy leaving them feeling rather bloated and sick from all the sugar. “The thirty fifth one…” Will says as he picks up a plain looking green candy and tosses it into his mouth. Expecting the usual sweet artificial taste on his tongue, he is caught off guard as a rather sweet and salty flavor explodes in his mouth. “ Eww… what the fuck… ” Will shouts, spitting the sweet out onto the ...

Cautiously walking along the footpath avoiding his neighbor's perfect lawn, Leo approaches a modern looking house adjacent to his rather old family home. After a few seconds of pressing the doorbell, the large oak doors open, revealing a man in his late 20s in a suit with an odd aura around him. “ Ah! You must be Leo from next door. Thanks for taking up my offer to look after my little brother while I’m off for the evening ” the man says cheerfully, reaching out with cash in his hand. “ No problem, mister! It shouldn’t be too hard ” Leo replies as he pockets the money. Another step closer to the long awaited PS5 console he wanted. Looking up, he sees a child around sixteen years old in the living room staring back at him with contempt. “ I don’t need a baby-sitter… I’m old enough ”, the child grumbles, crossing his arms in defiance. “ It won’t be long. I just got to attend a function at my art gallery. Be nice, Oliver. ” The man says, as he pulls a trench coat off a hook and walks ...

  On a bright sunny afternoon, Mike is walking down a relatively quite street humming to himself. He stops mid-tune as he sees a sexy Korean girl walk out of a rather dark and dirty alleyway to his left. Unable to believe his eyes, he starts to cautiously follow her, watching her hips sway left and right and her hair blow in the warm wind. Building up enough courage to shoot his shot, he approaches her and awkwardly introduces himself. “ Hi… er… I’m Mike… I just can’t help but notice you— ” Mike stutters, clearly messing up his first impression. “ Not interested ” she snaps back, continuing to walk away from Mike. “ Maybe we can go out for a drink? ” Mike interjects quickly, trying to save himself. “ Kid. I’m not interested now, but maybe later in the afternoon. My name is Ha-Joon ” she says, as she gives Mike her number. “ Uh… yes… of course ” Mike stutters awkwardly, surprised that she agreed to meet up with him in a few hours. Buzzing with excitement, he quickly bids her farewel...

  Looking down at his phone, Christian walks down a bustling street, texting his friend as he nears their house. This doesn’t seem to be a problem as people generally avoid him as he walks in a straight line without looking up, but he is quickly mistaken as his shoulders ram into someone else, causing him to drop his phone. “ Watch where you’re going… bitch ” Christian mummers as he bends down to pick up his phone, seeing a man dressed in a black trench coat towering over him. “ … Bitch… indeed ” the man trails off, as he continues to walk away unfazed by the incident. Checking for cracks and wiping his phone clean, Christian looks back angrily at the man, but decides to continue with his walk to his friend’s place and rant to him later. Upon arriving at his friend’s place, Christian is already beginning to sweat despite the rather cold and rainy weather. “ You alright? You look paler than usual ” his friend asks. “ I’m alright, just gotta go to the bathroom first ” Christian answe...

  Entering a rather dark section of a Japan history themed museum, 22 year old Reed cautiously walks along the dimly lit hallway peering at the photosensitive artifacts put on display. Completely engrossed in the history surrounding him, he doesn’t see a small raised step in front of him, causing his toe to dig into it and send him stumbling forwards. As if time slowed down, Reed finds himself hurtling towards an ancient looking Japanese scroll. With his eyes clenched shut, he braces for the worst, hearing glass shatter and a heart-stopping crack as the scroll snaps in half. Immediately, a man in a trench coat steps out of the darkness with a look of pure anger, causing Reed to freeze in terror. “ I… I didn’t mean to… I swear… ” stutters Reed, looking up at the man towering over him. “ Um… I do anything to repay you ”, Reed whimpers to the man clearly looking like the owner of the museum. “ I’m sure you will… ” the man smirks, reaching down to pick up the broken scroll and begin re...