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

In a sense it was. As she made her way down the wooden sidewalk towards the dirigible station, she fought down the urge to look at the frozen corn in her paper basket. How was this

The Mad King commanded and the mad people complied. It didn’t matter that they were destroying themselves as long as the fear was briefly kept at bay. The Mad King got the blame.

The flash had come from the vicinity of the University of Kansas in Lawrence. That was 30 miles away and she had the flash imprinted in her mind. Then she heard the freight trains.

God’s glory did that. The boy hardly noticed his blindness though. Even with his eyes closed and blind he could still see the glory; he could smell, hear, taste, & so much more. He

I caught something in the dark. I ran with it towards the light to see what it might be. But the light kept running away as if it already knew what I’d found. I grew weary & it was

Mr. Jensen elatedly dialed the number. Timmy's antics in his class were unbearable, & this service seemed the perfect solution. He was asked: "Whack the clown in which period, Sir?

union suits? Who ever he was, he hit the nail right on the proverbial head. They are coming to take me away to the funny farm, but I don't think it is that funny. Not in any way.