I asked the Archon Huundeo to whisper God's name into my lost eye. He said 1000 paternosters first while I had to pump his communion with each one. I was saved by torture; my turn.

in turn were a splinter subgroup of the Shining Gate tongs that were found throughout the Asteroid Belts. The "kool kaleidoappreciative kids" had started out as a group therapy exe

as he poured a libation for his cousin Sasha who just fell into the frigid Volga. A splash of vodka & back to his lips. Sergei would miss Sasha but the Volga takes who it chooses.

That is why I was sitting here in the "waiting room" of the Time Traveler Events Planner. Their motto was 'You're only first because you got there before us". WhereWhen to vacation

Mission to Mars, that means he had about 25 years to learn Russian (good luck with that). If he wanted to get back home, Hkdhfb needed to go to Hollywood and find Ridley Scott.

It isn’t a tautology. It is only disguised as one.

It was something about being ourselves and not pretending that it would all revolve us: all of history conspiring to that purpose. Like a fleeting moment the moment flittered away.

I know this one is very dangerous but I don’t know about whatever that thing is. For now, I will consider it an enemy extraterrestrial until I know different. ROE said dirtside we

Sometimes the sense of community dies and we’re not prepared for it. We get fearful. We get defensive. We start questioning ourselves. We question strangers and their strangeness.

I jumped through the portals the elf was leaving open far too long. After the 3rd time , it did start feeling like I had stepped into a trap. When I lost my connection to the Vibe,

I fired my gun into the rafters. I stood there and watched myself doing it. I remember the conversation I was having with myself while it was going on. “Oh shit!” “You better belie

Like a real big noob, I went and accidentally killed my grandfather before he could father my father. Ooops. My time machine fell through him. I didn't know who he was so I offered

linguistic drift that was happening to them because it took place at the mob mind level. Having survived the Northridge quake, they thought themselves invincible to the mundane eff

"Yes, that will do," said the witch to Duke as she made herself comfy upon the dreadful bench. "How about a draught of that blood brew?" Duke asked the witch, hoping to poison it

In a fit of pique, Sparkle the Witch decided to give Tom that bucket of goo for which he had so longed. With a twitch of her wand, she turned Tom into Mr. Tomato, and threw him in

of having dirty hands seemed to be of more concern to him than offending Aunt Martha. Martha's heart broke at the thought, but she knew it was time for her to go. So she packed up

the dog for a walk while the others ate Henry, but courteously saved the dog-walking sewer gator one of Henry's legs as a thank-you. The gators picked bits of Henry from their

cartoon caricature of himself, which he called Flash Gridiron. "You've got to get me out of here," Flash told his creation, but Gridiron just got stuck in an animation loop of doom

I don’t have a musical bone in my body and yet sometimes I can hear a piece of music and know where the composer went wrong. Where she played it safe at the cost of losing her way.

Here in the dark with the hum of the fridge and the almost imperceptible buzz of electricity, I can almost forget what waits lurking in the next room. Then a chain link shifts and