Only in Miami Stories from The Miami Creation Myth

Florida Governor Rhonda Santos was 30,000 feet above Central Florida on a private jet, her hands gripping her head in disbelief.

“ANTIFA!” yelled the Guardsman before emptying an entire magazine into the menacing shadow.

Just one of Carlos’ two guest rooms was larger than Cynthia’s entire apartment. The bathroom was larger than her bedroom.

Carlos shook his head. This was far too much for a Saturday afternoon. It was about to get far worse.

"The train is about to approach a turn," said bluebunny. "That’s when you’re going to jump out.”

Instead of public bullet trains, Floridians purchases outrageously expensive tickets to travel the country’s killing-est locomotive from South to Central Florida.

Looking around the stage, Cynthia was certain she was the only one who hadn’t had any work done.

Shrieking tires echoed up and down the hall while a corner DJ booth pumped Danish electro-funk into the cavernous space.

Good morning, partisan populists, patriarchs, and pussy pounders, and welcome to the Panhandle Patriot Podcast!

Cynthia awoke to 238 missed emails, 186 missed calls, and 502 missed text messages.