at least TRY to get help. He refuses to talk to anyone about it. And when he does, he just ends up screaming at them and storming out of the room. "It's just who I am" he tells me.

a man ran past me followed by a bear. The man didn't look scared, though. He looked as if he was enjoying his situation. As if this was a game and not a life threatening situation.

to a Pouakai, the eagle of Maori legends. My tiny swallow body would've fit snugly into the claws of my new form. I let out a joyous screech and dove towards the magic lizard, beak

"Slam!" The door slammed shut. "Rude." said a watching squirrel to his buddy. "What?" asked his friend. "Never mind," replied the first squirrel, irritated. "Just go back to your n

curity clearance into your vestibule is a moot point. I have come to warn you of devastation. Your future is doomed and you are the only one who can reverse the damage before it is

chieve much while Nurse Blastule had been gone. Instead he had used the time to make shadow puppets on the wall, urging all the assistants to "hey! watch this!" but the patient was

nothing but fade in and out of the folds, depending upon the folder. "Dedication to continuity." Klein called it. She was an Art Director after all, so continuity was the very back

a Distress Alert report and then go grab a bite to at at the Quadratural Cafe on Planet Succubus. The weather-changers would eventually show up, and then he would begin his

Because, let's face it, nothing churns up the tummy chum like distasteful use of nauga-beast. No matter, I thought. I am bigger than this. I will rise above this hideousness and

e instead of along the Yellow Brick Road. Watching this disaster, the Good Witch sent her tiny minions in to re-direct the lost man. They came riding in triumphantly on carriages o

were jangling into each other making a veritable cacophony. "Shh!" I admonished to the group in the tall grass. "They'll HEAR us!" I could see this had hurt them, but I didn't have

various orifices. Later in this dimension such utterances were not necessary and were eventually out-lawed outright due to the general consensus that words were folly and ass words

"Huh?" said a voice. "Who's there?" demanded the man. "It is I, Ukwim." the voice returned. "Who?" the man said with confusion. "Ukwim! You summoned me?" The man stood up,

, pointing it at the celebellum, gently poking it in the pinial gland. "You se!" he Prof. BooBoo chortled to his class. " Here we have found an excellent and triumphant example of

Utterance was fool's folly, a genuinely dispised act of cowardice in my opinion. But intent! Intent could at least light the fire of action, bringing some honor to the fray, My cou

We got from the open vial on the table to putting the onus on you and Hugh for entertaining the idea in the first place. Somehow the orange juice got pushed onto you. We don’t know

it out by counting them, but alas, they were gone. The thresher had taken care of that. Finger? Nah. I couldn't count on them anyway. Besides, I barely knew where they had been.

A Letter in Vermeer. A sweater in a mirror. A sweater on the floor. A sweater in line behind you. She is dripping & dropping with every move she makes. You don't want her sweating

I have always thought that the way that the Head of John The Baptist spoke was the very image of Sherlock Holmes for me. Imagine my surprise when I was watching Holmes & Watson to

I look at Foldingstory and i am in awe of the ethereal aspects of what we do here. I was thinking mostly about Equandro and Waakaa'paumuukaa' and the Head of John the Baptist. Jenk