The French air gave way to the stench of death.....wait a minute. Why was that stench down here? These skulls and bones were centuries old. I raised my fist. 'Curse you, Meat Man!'

was likely down to the cursed logic of the reality we found ourselves in. Of course for Jerry, everything always turned out right; he could overcome any challenge...meanwhile I had

that the Sun was the biggest star of all. And then I understood that size doesn't matter. "Son," I said, "I'll always love you, even if you grow up to be a midget." He looked

"I know you're perfect for me not because we like all the same things or make the best looking couple but, because you are my best friend." I watched him slip away.

But you had to remain in your cramped seat on the 489 day flight to Uranus & electronic devices were prohibited, so the only thing to do was drink & worry about every little thing.

"No," the yoki hissed. "How dare you think yourself special, like I would sacrifice my good name just to take you down."

thoughts behind. "I will lead them to revolution," she thought. She could hardly hide her grin even within the thick fog and rain.

cheese? Why was this was a favorite snack?

button, releasing the local salad. Beets! Goat cheese! Sqash blossoms with Boston lettuce of course, with a nice, house-made blackberry vinaigrette and candied walnut.

Spiro, in the meanwhile, was doing a fast trade in the bubble market. Who doesn't need bubbles? Cthulu, that's who!

tracked down my local baker and smashed through her window

the baked ham in his back pockets slowly overwhelmed his natural courtesy.

A massive cat the size of a mountain, expertly grilling a giant squid over the dying coals of a new island with massive trees serving as skewers. Captain Wormbeard

Hrengori noted in his thick journal, "ADVERSE TO CHANGE". "Context? Please, what do you mean?" He prodded.

"That," scoffed a sad voice, "was my most favorite funnel-like sucking mouthed critter". He scrambled to face the new visitor, only to find

What Hrengor did not realize is that beyond the usual feminine products lurked something even darker... something deeper and bloodier and angrier........ something waiting for a

but what Scarf said was hair-raising:

Which was true to a point, but I was just trying to help hydrate the dying clovers along side the track

in our new lives. What was I? A hot dog vendor. My specialty was a seared, bacon-wrapped sausage in a wheat bun with local ketchup and spicy relish. Crystal? She was a

Podrías decir que tengo un gusto por ella. Al principio pensó que me gustaba besar. Pero no era el beso. Fue la degustación. Algo entre la espuma del mar, el bubblegum condimentado