Fragments

A textual webcomic. Fragments is a reluctant member of Innuendopoly Industries.

“What big teeth you have, Grandma!” said Little Red Riding Hood, hungrily feeling her toothless jaws, craving what she could not have.

We all thought it would be harmless to build a wishing well. We all thought it would be harmless to throw coins in it. We all thought we would never have to stand here, beneath the well, holding the knife above our firstborn daughter’s heart.

“O, to be young again, to experience the caprice and vigor of life anew!” exclaimed the aging father to his starving children.

Despite their ability to pick up multiplication tables so readily, the children did a haphazard and frankly unacceptable job of moving my other furniture.

No matter how far he ran, no matter how much he begged, Jeff never seemed able to escape the bloodthirsty manhunt of his abandoned daughter trying to make first contact.

“Son, everybody farts. / Even fat people? / Especially fat people.”

As the fifth AMBER Alert was sent out, Dora’s parents began to regret not setting boundaries for exploring Detroit.

We knew the political campaign was going badly when Jeff stopped returning the babies after kissing them.

There was a pregnant pause. Jeff stood up in anger and stormed out. Joy turned into grief as the pregnant pause realized that she was yet another single mother.