On the road to Ilium I found somebody's wrist sundial. I put it on and I still don't have a shadow of an idea what time it was. I continued on to Ilium. I wasn't alone on that trek

nimble fingers who caress sweet words from our keyboards. Being a part of this, the best story ever folded, is really the pinnacle of my folding life. I one of the blessed ten who

of the barking mad breed love the smell of Georgian snake oil, so the mean coppers used them to hunt the illegal salesman down. He was only trying to feed Sally and Lucy, his

although the mage was old, he remembered the days he took a degree in "magic gymnastics". He had been stretching and the idea of defeating Will-o'-the-wisp in armed combat brought

Having more than a passing interest in the dissemination of the information about what we can do in this age of steam dirigibles, I had occasion to visit Franklin about the lending

again. That makes it twice before breakfast & once since lunch. I went with forest green with purple & blue highlights. I went with Egyptian Eyes, ocher & all that jazz, to match.

She called me her little Brawny Man. She would have my 13 year old ass dressed like a lumberjack cleaning the grout in her shower & getting wet at some point, of course. Her oven

THE SPACIAL ANOMALIZER OR WE MIGHT BECOME RELEVANT!" "Oh wait, this is Matlock but the advanced space alien version", thought Ephraim. He wasn't sure if he bought the premise. When

and, of course, adding it to what they owed the Syndicate. We understood that a dead man couldn't pay us a dime and there is only so much that you can get out of their children. If

but it was a half attempt at best and I remained drunk on sunlight. I beamed "I love you man" at everybody. I got belligerent with my shadow. I spit at it and it spit back. I lost

flapping away at the vestiges of yesterday's day old bread. Quite a lot for a few brushstrokes to express but that is what made a James Ensor figure worth a buy. This guy though,

Today, if nothing else, I learned the catsup was cold.

Littered with some feelings about Aegean and Celtic mythology he momentarily retracted himself from a sought-after embrace and began to reflect on the Agamemnon of Aeschylius

n ecclesiastic bouffant troupe, who was aware of the claustrophobic nature of the location.It was secretly being marauded by an onset of sentient baptisteries for a chicken, who

I started to answer their rubber duck questions in their alien rubber duck language. How was this possible? The alien blob explained in their rubber duck voice that it was solely

eater until I was already on the dinner table. The eye eater was the last thing I saw. He was followed by the knife tickler who flayed my hands quite nicely, I was told. An aroma

for your love. Why not? It was that of die in this terrible plane accident. An accident purportrated by this maniac with a bomb. This is the last chance I have to jump for you love

er's room now and I was Mitch Kramer. The thing was, I might not know who the fuck I am but I know that I am not a fucking Mitch Kramer. I don't even want to know what one of them

"I am asking on behalf of a fiend who broached the question, What now with our getting and want? As to who is this fiend, I can not allay you of that. He doesn't wear false glory."

bother and that was what was bothering him. All of his exploits are a bother to somebody but never to him. Until now. The beer mug collapsed in his fist. He blamed the bartender.