the nearest empty cage. I glanced around with an unimpressed look on my face. The cage was cleaner than I'd expected, but it was rather cramped and the floor was concrete. "No," I

emptiness assaulted her every sense. It was as if a thick, black, velvet curtain had descended across the land, smothering anything that produced light or sound. April threw her

piece of paper with a URL scribbled onto it. Mark typed the address into his smartphone and was soon watching a home video of Rex the dog, sitting in the office chair with paws on

sold like hotcakes at an all animal revue or traveling Chautauqua. They looked just like regular rocks but their quietness had been fortified with Factor X. At $20 a gram, it was a

like a Mozhan being looked at and Zochar hated him for that. Since the Party line was that hate didn't exist I told himself it wasn't hate then. Him being a Party man all the way.

about I soak those breadsticks in lye for you and then sprinkle some sawdust on top of your tofu brains?" Ms Prescilla caressed the waiter with his long nails. The waiter lost his

killer and only he knew what constituted a psycho. People avoided him in case they fit his definition of a psycho for that day. He was only about one thing; being a psycho killer.

the ruin he had made of Piglet's guest toilet. For a Bear with Big Brain, Pooh sure was stupid when it came to these things. He could claim it was like this when he came in or Owl

bunch of Negro platters where wishing their shoes were fireproof. We didn't have time for those drifters either. The hobgoblins were on our tails. The pretenders took our semblence

was whammo, homie. It spilled thrills beyond my will's will to transform that fast. The moment dropped me like a hot sweet potato who was too long in the rain without Calvinism.

knew this but conveniently forgot it all the time whenever they hung out together. Enrique and Justin Trudeau went back a long time. They'd met on the pitches of the Plains of Abra

atop the Enchantress gave him pause as he walked up to the Prescription Drop Off of the Walgreens. The reading this morning had shown this. The next cards had been The Lovers atop

That is when I won the bet. Steve turned his bottle to look at the expiration date and dropped the olive. Cha-Ching! The winners cheered. The losers grumbled about my ruse. All is

Which was not fast at all. The weeks in the cramped cage had taken their toll on his legs. His muscles were atrophied. He'd used them up in jumping through the window. They caught

a sort of armor sometimes. Bad luck comes with opportunity losses as well. You can't inflict leprosy if you've forbid the victim to have flesh. The rub is that nobody was looking.

I call it a waldo contraption. I dabbled in origami in my salad days but I couldn't take the dressing down. My paper planes are never aerodynamic; my paper boats love bottoming out

was busy counting his heads. He was almost to one when the red phone demanded his attention. He put a pin in it and picked up the red phone. "Get me Phyllis Hapless' nose in a tank

But it was the Frosty-the-Snowman giving me & everybody else a snow covered finger. I posted it on InstaFaceChatDenDungeon and it went viral. CNN is parked in front of my saguaro.

I keep forgetting that the outside world is all around me. Even when I find a happy glide. The moment I find it I run it against the outside world. That rail doesn't exist here.

of the buffoon in his bed. The buffoon waved his tiny tiny hands and bolted for the door. He opened the door and there was a Secret Service agent standing there. He was speaking in