pretty well with my exes. That drives me to madness. I knew before I married them that they were the type to get on well with air popping out of a can. I overlooked it because of

he didn't consider herself a red, blue or green. Our voices are not heard in the halls of government, he told herself. She took the next day off from protesting to protest a purse

her gaze would leave me bare to her godly interests. I had reason to fear it for accidentally caught her gaze on me reflected off the diamonds on her shoes. I'd been warned not to

because it will be at the Buzzard Festival in Despair, Nevada that I will telecast my American Coup for the People. It will be all over both the fake news and faux. Twatterverse is

Usually when I have blood in my mouth, I know both how it got there and who it belongs to. Not this time. Come to think of it, I don't remember being strapped to this gurney before

"You're not a dog, Goofy. Pluto is a dog. He can have doggy sexy with your wife but you can't, Goofy." Another "Hyuck" from the darkness was the only answer Mickey got. Then a gun

felt from the cult members. There had to be at least 92 hands touching him. Voices telling him that he was worthy of their love but he had to open his heart and his wallet to them.

I pressed the wrong button and got off in limbo. I didn't know you could do that. I want to get off again but I'm in limbo so I don't know where I get off. At least in limbo nobody

It did it to me again and here I am starting a new story with my dumb banter. But am I really?

of the people who claim that microwaves are safe can watch their loved ones melt or explode. 5. Leave somebody else's underwear under your apple tree in April. 6. On April 6, take

The instant that A hit the wall, I forgot what it was the first letter for. I haven't been able to suss it out of the rest of the Fold. I'm thought of a few but none feel right.

I had written Astorath at first but it had to much character. I went with autocorrect's suggestion, Astor. I am glad I did. I believer Astorath was a god, demi-god, or demon. Astor

It wasn't a demon possessing her, It was a pan-dimensional hair stylist from the Googoogoojoob Cluster just to the left center of Astor's Butt. He'd been sleeping in her psyche.

She had never not had her magic. She learned everything we all learned the same way we all did. But with her magic. The day she lost it, she lost everything she knew. She staggared

Their magic was stronger than her's. Her attack rebounded and put her on her back, impotent. She was defenseless for a few seconds but they didn't take a kill shot. This was worse.

It was somebody else's turn but they never showed up so I got the call. I got cast at the last minutes. Like literally as the other girl was running away from them. She was hexing

Not even me.

Interesting to see the backstories of the characters in the other stories to flesh them out for anybody who might like to see them? Like knowing Nancy Willowy isn't Nancy Willowy?

Nancy Willowy, the waitress that is about to die in that other story, was not really Nancy Willowy. That has nothing to do to the outcome of that other story. I thought it might be

Last week in a slow diner in Akron, Ohio a man who everybody thought was General Custer announced his arrival with a phlegmmy cough. The waitress on duty, Nancy Willowy, was on