It often was Freddy. He liked to climb up on the cupboard to get to the window. Although he thought he was nimble, he was a larger than normal cat. He wanted to see the sunrise.

at the bottom of the holler where she couldn't hear if we hollered and she didn't have phone reception in the holler. But like he ha said, wasn't none of his business. Nor hers.

carte blanche so the Prussian attache threw a party and charged on the embassy's account. He rapped in Swedish to the Old School tracks of his youth. "The Message", "Fantastic Voya

The barkeep and the other bar patrons that had been ready to back her up put their guns away. She gave them a wan smile, blushed, then she ran out of the room. Leaving her satchel

Pops looked at his daughter. Bringing Kentucky was a nice thought but we would be taxed just providing for ourselves. But he would never be hunting dog. It had been bred out of him

Maybe knowing was better that not knowing, nescience. The Third EYe's shadows were no more free to change than the archangels in Heaven. Nescience wasn't a big concern right now.

my dead in the land they held dear. Some I had to guess at but the Earth was always what they got. In what form didn't matter. Let little minds handle the nitty gritty,I had worlds

, nay something worse, Civil War raised its clearly round head. They promised to rise again and here they come. With Alabama in the lead. Meanwhile, I got fired from the school.

I decided to let him live his life without me. He was going to have to live without me either way. I hadn't anticipated surviving to be here with a Junior that didn't recognize me.

er that introduction I couldn't think of ever wanting to end up in Heck with Kanye an the Sharmin(sic) bear as buddies. The banal and the mundane were too much. I had to get out of

ack. On the other hand if I tossed the coin I would be short for my bus fare. So I kept it and made sure to spend it on bus fare alone. Having gotten rid of the coin I got closure.

In chapter one we are introduced to Phillip Gardnier-Lanet, a French-Canadian onion soup cook on the verge being fired again. His girlfriend, Muscaria Hemlock, was a performance

"Who's flying cow is to blame for my ruined surrey canopy," I asked the wind. I got out my rangefinder and made note of bearing & wind direction. In case it came up. The flying cow

outside of time. Something we couldn't get our minds around. Then it hit me. An idea formed that made me see it from another perspective. Her perspective. I saw all the connections

The singing voices were singing about loneliness. About the distance there was between how we lived the hour and how we sold it to the bleachers. Putting asses in the seats wasn't

The mortal spent a few moments considering his choices. Finally the mortal let his choice be known by all when he announced, "I choose a fate much worse than death!" Suddenly he

grace had already claimed him. He had never dreamed of meeting a hot single Russian area that would take him to new heights of ecstasy. A Russian area that would love my heather fl

bats," snickered Philip Gardnier-Lanet through his teeth as he pulled the garrote tighter. Nobody understood what he meant. It clearly flew over all our heads by at least a foot.

Everywhere that is except in the heart of Philip Gardnier-Lanet. This wasn't his Yuga. He didn't like it. But here he was. What were the rules for him being outside the mainstream?

But Moon Doggy felt threatened and struck out with some fung fu moves. He took the butterflies by surprised and all bunched together. He wiped out hundreds with his first swipe.