The Old Birch Doors Short Story [UNFINISHED] by Vicki139, literature
Literature
The Old Birch Doors Short Story [UNFINISHED]
Kids, shine your astro-spurs, and don your robot fists. It’s time for Sparks Nevada, Marshal on Mars!
It was a typical day at the marshal station. Croach had prepared the morning coffee - he makes great coffee for a Martian - and I, Sparks Nevada, was finishing up yesterday’s paperwork. The only reason I had any paperwork, not that I’m complaining, is because of the robot outlaw Techs. He was trying to take the role of marshal. Again. But Techs didn’t matter anymore, seeing he’s in jail, and I had paperwork (the best part of the job) to do. Well, I would have, if I hadn’t been interrupted.
SPARKS NEVADA MARSHAL ON MARS "MARSHAL ON MARS" HAS KILLED MY SOUL
BUT CONSIDERING THE ENDING THIS IS AN A+++++ WAY TO END IT OFF 10/10 WOULD CRY AGAIN AT THE OPENING THEME