Er was eens een man die over zijn eigen telefoon reed
between baths from the lot of them. Off-worlders. He spit at just thinking the word. “They’ll get theirs,” he told himself as the fury returned to his side, ashamed at its failure.
"How do you suppose I've lived so long?" was the answer. But now, a dark figure approached. It was a Barbara, dressed as Death. In its boney hand was a bag of candy corn, which it
Even though she was in a pickle, she appreciated the rye look on Josef K.'s face. She could tell that he could cut the mustard. And the cheese, into thin slices, like waxed paper
board room, where the directors were having their monthly 'meeting', which pretty much turned out to be a cocktail party. The chairman was much too tipsy to hear my pleas for the
The woman walked into frame wearing a basic 80's combat chic all the way down to her dog tags. But she was a cat person so her's were cat tags. The way she saw it was the only way
Pater Marcus was in charge of the coven's youth outreach. Before the Event, they would go out to popular places and distribute the Unholy Writ, the coven's manifesto, of sorts. Qui
That or they were being campy. But not in a Sleep-a-way kind of way. More like Elm Street on Crystal Lake where I saw what you did. I know you like scary movies & you fingerbanged
Svetlana was huddled behind the counter eating the microwave dinner she used her last gasoline to heat with her generator. Were eggplants supposed to be chewy, furry, & have a tail
The Peanut people and the Jam journeymen met each other in the Sandwhich Square. "It's time."
