By Royal Appointment. I read it again. By Royal Appointment. Yep, it still read "By Royal Appointment". That was definitely his name in gold embossed letters, they even included th

So I am hiding from the sentences. They only want to give me information but I don't want it. Their information is dirty; it dries out the skin. I know grammar got to them already.

Soul lacking lacking due process due process a lacka lacka do. Or nah, it's your banana but avoid eye contact. I'm telling you. Avoid it. Like the plague. Yeah, the plague avoids m

"I don't know why you couldn't have just left me with Grampa on Mars. I had friends there and I wasn't the only ginger on Pluto. They think my soul lacking is the same as theirs.

Just then somebody slipped a business card under my office door. In big multicolored fonts it read PERSONALITY McPHEE SERVICES, . Personality for what the moment needs. Insurance i

The corpuscle Enid is gone. She and her culture were sent to the CDC in Atlanta.That leaves only corpuscle Pink Swine and corpuscle Dinner. But even there with half crews and a ba

Lavender was everyone's favorite centerfold. No, she never actually posed nude, but she was always the model chosen by patrons of the Town and Country Fantasmatron. So clean and

I just realized that when I saw the Behemoth's crimson molt that I had just become the 2nd Crimson Witness. This Behemoth already had 3 Crimson Molts, today it is four but my 3rd.

but she was grabbed from behind and swung around. It was Terry Richardson, the famous photographer. He demanded his syringe back or he promised bloody murder. Miley forked it over.

"So you think your a hero do you? Well do you? here put on this chicken suit and tell me if you think you're still hot stuff. And get that piece of Sh!t out of my driveway!"

So I, GOD, simply plucked Murdock out of the time loop swatted his arse for going in there the third time this month. It was like a dog wanting to be in the washing machine, stupid

Because the last time we had dead people in the bar, they drank the aged wine and we nearly went bankrupt. They can't taste the stuff and, they don't use money in heaven or hell.

Don't question my logic, it don't know a thing. Would have been, if I had ever existed, the title of my 3rd Treatise of Chronological Mysteries Machina Scadoobus Doobus Do.

Ty the tyger had either been blessed or cursed by the scary hairy fairy. He wasn't sure which. It all began when Ty noticed that he had been picking his fangs with a fairy skeleton

Conrad, Barnes, Camus, Borges, Calvino, Ecco. Wait, which Barnes? I can place all those other names but not Barnes. Priscilla Barnes? (You just saw the third nipple.) Otherwise, I

brain shrinkage. The memory loss was contagious and ate away at the neurones that held the historic information. Before she forgot anything more she needed to

Rest assured I will find it a brief home in my wallet where it can use the spider webs as a blanket. If it was money I found between the sheets, however, that money would face a di

inwardly while both hands flew across his keyboard. Best to express his frustrations through his haiku: Metrosexual, follically over-wrought, smooth operator. Being sensitive to

Huddered at his touch because hot cold or cold hot. They were all looking at me expectantly. It was a hard thing to process right then. I seemed to remember an ultimatum was issued

From the dark of my porch I could see the one street light in the town. It was at the top of the hill in front of the school. I could not decide which was darker tonight, the moon