I was the last person to taste Thursday April 18, 1365. I had kept a little snippet of it in a nullstasis that I just opened this morning. The aroma of that day was strong & I felt

I have been eating pieces of my dates. That is what I call them; My dates. That kind of behavior is frowned upon. Which is why I had to do it by pieces. A day here or a day there,

that the State of New Jersey said was mine and we jumped into a different story. Far from Trump masked midgets sticking up the Bank of South Motown, where I lost my mind. This one,

Payle, Diane Pamela, Sfg/ Homicide Captain. always took great care in reminding people that her name was Payle Diane Pamela, Sfg/ Homicide Captain. It cut down on the chit chat.

They have a new name for that moment you thought this was but it isn't, wasn't, will never be and you knew that going in, and yet you still thought it was. The spelling is a bit

By the time I made it to the river it was dark. I had long ago stopped noticing the insects that were crawling all around me. As long as they do what I want them to do, they might

Yes, the Dutchman is dead. His final words are with us still to this day. "A boy has never wept nor dashed a thousand kim". He said that as he lay dying: provoked by the police to

It is true. I did not need that that. Nor would it have been sufficient had I needed it, which I didn't. And I don't. Not this early in the deacon's recitation, at any rate. What

of our one wall hacienda. We were squatters. I never knew anything different. By the time they came by to run us off we had already added three more walls and a roof. 24 years late

I'm shaving on the moon.

to Heaven since a pleasant shaft of light beamed down from on high. But Annabelle knew it may be one of the devil doll’s tricks, so she proceeded up the steps cautiously. When she

The nice young doctor extracted the sausage from Tim's throat. Tim started coughing. "Now he can breathe," the young doctor told Anna. Then he dropped the sausage in wine, dried it

opia; that's your Irish Setter you just garroted." Martin yelped & tried to give his dog mouth-to-mouth, but sans his glasses he ended up orally harassing a lady cop who promptly

The Eternal Returning never materialized so we had to hustle together a band to open for the periwinkle ramona. The Mudd Twins called in a favor with the tumbling pebbles & they

Clear the decks. Steady as she goes. The wind buffeted him while he searched the horizon for the enemy ships. Mister Roberts signaled 18 knots in open waters. Smoke in the wind ast

light the coals & toast the marshmallow mummy to make s’mores. “Wouldn’t It be great if Gandhi or Joan of Arc had gone out this way? Their deaths might not have been such a drag."

retaliated by hitting Tom with one of her own hot-sauce-dipped spitballs right in his eye. That stung. The Future Business Leaders Club began SELLING premade spitballs. The classro

on for hours with the cops learning nothing from the terrified Easter Bunny. At last came the good cop/bad cop routine. Offering him salt to go with his hardboiled egg, good cop

Luckily I was wearing my own eyes that night because if I had seen him with somebody else’s eyes I would assume it was lens burn. I approached the apparition, my eye on his blade.

Then my dead son was there between the waif and the vengeance in my sword. “Stop Father, she didn’t poison me. I did when you quashed my hopes of attending Barber College,” the gho