share with Miles the secret of his surname. "Boomartinebbetts have a long history in the low-salt broth business", the shaman whispered as he manipulated the handleless dagger.

dangling from his septum ring. "Thanks honey! See you soon." Zoom! I raced to the training camp. I didn't see our kids right away because they were invisible. "Kids, time to go!"

toasted their sausages over the open fire for that special smoked witch flavor. "Mm. I can't wait," said one of the tourists. "Look, you can get a cauldron of stew to go with it."

, forgetting he was still hooked into Cerebro. Around the world, hundreds of thousands mutants started screaming & going postal. Hank slapped Xavier to shut him up, knocking over

But one day a girl chanced by and she had her own tree she did, her very own tree and proud of her tree she was. She planted it in the hole she did and the tree became

sometime in the future, people will learn how to talk with one another; crowds of lonely people searching for tolerance will learn to love, to be accepting without fear of consequ

and I broke down in tears. It felt like I cried forever but surveillance video shows it was only 23 seconds. His reaction will live in my nightmares for several lifetimes.

but not only with light but at all of our senses, quietly at first but already inside your core and expanding until it fills you and plays through you into you and you are IT. Not

Everything about this story started normally, I created an intriguing, yet open ended situation, but then the next person...

I look at the machine sharpened blades in my palm and squeeze hard. The pulsations of pain pierce through ever nerve ending in my arm, as colors explode in my head, I travel back

The first shuttle came and went and he was still waiting for a customer. Some choices needed witnessing. He hopes his next actions fit the bill. He conjured up Sir Plus.

I stood atop the metal grate with the waters up to my knees & held her lifeless body clear of the runoff. I just stood there staring into her dead eyes asking her why with my tears

Yfrįttē, my third tier robot, was dead at my feet. The bullet that had killed him had come from the gun I was holding like a long lost lover in the shade of the fronds on the veran

If I really wanted to, I could recall what it was like when not having a choice was not a choice but an opportunity, a chance to raise our names out of obscurity. Toxic clouds of

Rapunzel tweeted another braid tutorial and collected from Adsense a payment for all the ads on her Facebook. Mulan's side of the chat was still empty. Rapunzel sent another emoji.

The actress they had ordered did not show so they asked one of the upperclassman to sit and model nude for them. He was a charity case sent down from The Broads. Everybody knew tho

I nursed fire across my kitchen in the form of a fiery stick end struck askew by his fate. I was Prometheus's Promise parading in public with pampered and Pompadoured poodles & alp

I told him that he should never image that he could get me to honor our deal after what he did to the French Cuff Man. He flatly maligned him every which way but right. It would be

I was 7 when he first sent me to bring the pussy. I searched and searched until it was dark out and Papa slipped in his visit with Aunt Clymenestra and the Philip Batemans.

I could feel the angel's wing besides me in the earth, her pin feathers wrapping themselves onto each touch. Each part yearning for touch, for the spark when We have met the enemy