deadly one. It was beautiful in a scary way. It looked sort of like a butterfly. Only bigger. Smaller than me, but biggerIt was cute. The fact that it was talking is what scared me

tore him apart to get to the feast. "Really, Stu," Helena sighed, tossing the bread over her shoulder, "you should know better than to store bread in your pants."

seemed to think she was a suave and savvy agent of the Twilight Service, but Joanna just seemed to be a dead jackass. Still, I did need to locate my niece, so we went to Kremelheim

but I already had some cookies in the oven, for the Sea Monkey King had charmed me with his poems. But I was all in favor of baking a cake with the vampire OB-GYN next time my oven

showed up at the photo shoot. "We'll have to reinforce the catwalk," said his assistant Jules-Marie. But Jean LeLongJean made sent all 400 lbs of my

But I, being a card-carrying member of the Humane Society of Peach Pit, Nebraska, refused to kill the dog. "Well, just neglect me, at least," the dog's eyes pleaded, but I refused.

lp with that. I took a doctor class in community college." The darkness bore no response from Jonnan. But I could tell he was judging me just by the sound of his sniffly breathing.

rty-five-foot-tall walking talking noble ape. Now look at him. Reduced to a blubbering mass just because he was not chosen by the chooser. Who put this man in charge? Wh

This is a test of the Emergency FoldingStory Alert System. This is only a test. If this had been a real FoldingStory emergency, Pram Baby most likely would be untouchable. Roget's

left field and the 3rd base coach didn't like it one bit. That was his demesne; paid for lock, stock, and barrel with blood & treasure,figuratively speaking. Babylon didn't belong

a job for Alka-Seltzerman! (low key trumpet fanfare sounds off somewhere we never did Identify) "I head the dastardly Mr. Clean was making things murky," Alka-Seltzerman explained.

I was also wearing a Bicentennial pin on my chest next to a purple heart that I got for getting shot during the Saigon evacuation. This dancing ghoul had it down to the Dippity Do.

A loud shriek pierced the air. It came from my Aunt Malefic, staring bug-eyed at what remained of her husband on the pavement. I stepped on the gas; two birds, one car! She gasped

rms. το νερό είναι ζωή, αλλά το ούζο είναι το πνεύμα! Now I was in a drafty Scottish prison, it was haggis morning noon & night, bagpipe music and kilt uniforms with no underwear!

hitched a ride with a serial killer who's type I wasn't. He made sure I understood it wasn't him, it was me. "Cool, dude. I like keeping my skin just as much as the next guy." That

adylike sitting. She was wide opne up on the stage, seated behind her husband, who just died, while this was happening. Legs out wide airing out the Land of Goshen. Someone called

Into the breach yet again. Shipping out for a nickle with Wendall Updike Interstellar riding shotgun on a snoozer but it'll bag me citizenship and seat on an arkship. I'm working

That guy spent a forever or two waiting for someone to take him up on his offer of being in their story. Most likely it was somebody desperate for a story. That, or they had big co

Not because I was her mother but because I was the closest thing she would ever have to one. Cyborg kids are rarely allowed emotion patches. She specifically asked for one without.

I am surprised every time that I catch myself at it. I thought I was a better liar than that. Still, I only had my lying eyes to go by & I didn't think I had a choice. Fanny pack o