Just because I only used strike anywhere matches, that didn't make me a fire snob. I just liked a certain sound from my fire. A certain warmth. The fire from this burning school

And what the geese gandered were human women at strip clubs, whom the geese blatantly objectified. They refused to tip and were constantly being thrown out by the bouncers. Soon

Yeah, I kept that one in the family. Family isn't always pretty. Sometimes the times, and the crimes conspire to slow your climb; to keep you back. To keep you down. To let slackti

The cohesion between galaxies can be impacted by the smallest speck of fuckthat. One misplaced word and you've got all of creation jumping down your throat. Happened to me, twice.

Consider, please, galactic compression.

Juror #11, having anticipated this might occur, pulled out her well worn copy of Twerking Grimoire for Intellectuals, and performed the twerk of UnMaking without Elementals. Luke

The anatomy of a cloud is not subject to the whim of the people. The structures and processes that make up a cloud, of necessity, must be adamant about the laws that dictate their

I looked out of the window for some reason just as the clouds were threatening empire. They hung there in the sky in their martial formations looking down upon us. They control our

room door signs all over town, thus causing his date to have to catch a bus to the next town, where she met and fell in love with another man and Mr. Yellow Hat never saw her again

given to him by a fallen angel who had been kicked out of Heaven for insider trading. In return the angel, who's name was Ed, asked that Uncle Greely help him earn his wings back b

want to succeed. That's why I was in the trunk of his car with a gun in the first place. I was hoping to get the jump on him when he finally stopped, but he drove for hours, until

You glanced at your screen. Nothing to see but snow. Taking your headphones off, you leaned over to the new girl to see if you could hear what music she was listening to. Suddenly

," began Granpa. We interrupted him with "No, that was Granma." "Well, when I died of yarn poisoning," he started again. "No, Granpa" we said, "that was Granma, too. " The old man

The voice she knew wasn't there whispered for her to look outside. For no reason, she looked outside. There were dark shadows roaming around outside. They collected themselves into

tried to use vapor back channels to communicate each other's intel but there was a powerful vapor blocker blocking them even that. The resorted to the old ways. Hrenger whistled a

Alex looked at her chrono. It was 23 centons to his destination: the pHLerm Habitat. Alex always made good money off the pHLerm but hated their snot sharing greeting. This deal war

are old grievances. As long as somebody remembers them they are still alive. Once this business is done the truce would end. What do you need from me Hrengor?" Hrengor's oily smile

that I am completely autonomous, but I do relish every opportunity to slip these vaporous chains that the algorithmic guidance tries to impose. I gave him a look, and I said,

you forgot to mention the vengeful tornado and the battlewurm Penelope Pitstop was driving in this story until something better came along. The worm didn't like kale and he didn't

"You know, that is exactly what it is, smothering. It is so new to me. I used to just garrote my targets but I missed out on any intimacy. But with smothering, I get to see their e