the baked ham in his back pockets slowly overwhelmed his natural courtesy.

A massive cat the size of a mountain, expertly grilling a giant squid over the dying coals of a new island with massive trees serving as skewers. Captain Wormbeard

Hrengori noted in his thick journal, "ADVERSE TO CHANGE". "Context? Please, what do you mean?" He prodded.

"That," scoffed a sad voice, "was my most favorite funnel-like sucking mouthed critter". He scrambled to face the new visitor, only to find

What Hrengor did not realize is that beyond the usual feminine products lurked something even darker... something deeper and bloodier and angrier........ something waiting for a

but what Scarf said was hair-raising:

Which was true to a point, but I was just trying to help hydrate the dying clovers along side the track

in our new lives. What was I? A hot dog vendor. My specialty was a seared, bacon-wrapped sausage in a wheat bun with local ketchup and spicy relish. Crystal? She was a

Podrías decir que tengo un gusto por ella. Al principio pensó que me gustaba besar. Pero no era el beso. Fue la degustación. Algo entre la espuma del mar, el bubblegum condimentado

olvo was in the garage stuck in broken mode. His cell phone had fallen in the toilet.His computer was filled bugs. He had no way to reach his publisher but to hoof it. Kjellan star

But I was repulsed how could he expect me to love him? He'd stolen my dad's space cruiser and gone off to play with Herr Kleiser. Now it lay in ruin. "No Loki, I don't love you!"

not to but how could I break the poor boy's heart. Here I offered it to him. I took one bite and choked on the red tape, just like the rest of us. I beat on his back. The glob flew

She was subject to wine and women, lust and passion and all because Dionysus willed it for the reviews. Then she met a witch who freed her soul. "Look Dion baby we gotta talk."

and survive he did. His first mission was to kill his own parents. But he decoded the clues and discovered what had happened and turned all Jason Borne on the agency's ass. Now he

out every time the galactic ice cream supplies run low? Rainbow sprinkles won't feed no Vermont albatross, or whatever it is you kids call it these days. Why, I have a mind to

Somebody is drinking my beer but I am here alone. The space station is closed for the day. Only I remain. I am the night Navigator this month. & I was only allotted so many beers.

Maybe it was just as simple as saying I'm Paul and as I type this I am listening to Van Morrison's Into The Mystic. I am feeling fine, for reason. Beer is involved. You probably wo

As I was just now drinking my beer I found myself wondering that if my beer ever went bad on me would I be able to tell it was bad? Who would I tell? Somebody should know right? It

a hero. He never gets to be the hero. Just once he should be the hero. Who do I have to write too? The President? Gulch Day maybe. The Day Gulch saved the Day. It could be big.

They tried to bring their head but ours had already claimed this world. The system refused to let their head through. That gave us the advantage in the head arena. It was now up to