little boy. He began to cry, but I just stomped on his feet, which didn’t do much because we both were barefoot since we were at the pool when I had my epiphany. So I kicked him to

s, she opened the door and started doing a jazz square in the aisle. The passengers began to wonder if she was sane, but deep down everyone knew Sarah was the only one truly sane.

I reached for his hand anyway, because if I was going to be stabbed by his glare, I might as well hold it while dying.

final moment of this measly life. He vomited when his life flashed before him. So much wasted time. The wrong turn over and over. The machine beside his bed quieted to a steady din

So he showed up with in a bonobo. The bounder at the door pointed at it? "Where do you think you're going with that bonobo?" He whipped the invitation out and pointed out the BYOB.

Sir Robin suggested Castle Anthrax.

that I emitted a sigh of contentment. I realized my mistake right away so it didn't last too long. It almost killed me to squash it. I don't think it was heard by anyone. Just in

Cain's mark shone brighter when he remembered his Rosebud. It was an admission to those who knew. A tell. Outside the slick streets reflected the souls beneath our feet. Inside awe

who their doing. One hundred days, one hundred nights could cure a man of a broken heart. So were days like these to these old folk. They knew their days were numbered. The war had

and most of the northern hemisphere.The paper came in like any other at the right time "SMURFS LIVE" blasted on the front page and a short memo and info about them going to diddys.

and steadily held my arm at an angle so that i had the other birds within the hairs of my rifles scope. As sweat ran down my temples i then inhaled very slowly only to exhale fire.

Home Depot, and Michaels were next on line. JoAnns is already gone, A.C./ Moore went under COVID.

ly approached, with encroaching dry mouth, stealing our intentions, still you feed us lies from the Tablecloth.

Bouncing to the Left, and teh right, when AC/DC had Big Balls.

I'd like to mention that I am not behind any of the impostor reels that are popping up on TikTok and FB -- my posts from years ago were not about stone-slab-imprisonment tourism,

reminded me that Moscow hadn't changed that much. I was yanked out of my reveries when I stepped in a puddle. I looked around. I didn't recognize where I was. People stared at me.

"You need not worry yourself about such things now BlastedHeath. The archmages are on their tea break. Now stop squirming so I can lay another great weight on your chest," said Ash

To whoever sent a box of "Sven's ashes" -- creepy, uncool, and not nice. Maybe that seemed well-intended to you? Sven and I are fictional, independent and cool with each other.

Emmet Jericho admired and worried about his son, Alten, who reminded him so much of himself and his late wife. "Better get inside. When it's so still and you can't sense anything,

"Strange." thought Hrengor the Beholder. "Born into a savage culture. Found my own way into smoothie-crafting at DM transit node 937a, only to learn of grander savage hungers."