Short story by Oliver King

 

So I'm sitting at my house with my shotgun next to me and my loyal dog sitting at my feet.

Suddenly I see a bunch of kids wandering around on my goddamn land.

I grab my shotgun and walk up to them. "Hey you kids, this is private property!" I shout.

They gasp in shock, bunch of nerdy twerp kids just staring at me, peeing their pants as I aim my gun at them.

One of them plucks up the courage to speak to me. "But sir! We gotta catch em all!"

I pull the trigger and blow the kid's head off, the rest of the kids run away in a mad scramble while my dog goes at them.

They are screaming while I chase them.

Gotta catch em all.

Gotta catch em all.

Gotta catch em all.

Same post on https://mscurls.wordpress.com/2016/07/11/gotta-catch-em-all/
 

Published by A Grace