sounds implausible but numbers can be irrational and dividing by zero works magic even my high school algebra teacher warned about. Our protagonist was a rule bender: Flat Ollie.

que fellow who waddled down the block to pluck Uncle Johann from the umbrella stand & unfold him for a tryout. He told the vendor: "I'm Oswald C. Cobblepot. Got any ammo for this?"

corn and how much he hated it. But some kid's nan's kettle corn aversion would not keep Karen from nailing down what was happening to her. She looked up over the edge of the bed at

. It didn't land in my shrinking green circle so I kept running. "PIKA PIKA PIKA!!!" I screeched. It's okay, I told myself as I ran into a nearby house. But uh-oh ...

Lord Melos regarded his teacup hesitantly, then shrugged and drank it anyway. The party under the awning gasped. "Did he just drink a cup full of dirty rainwater?" Melos chuckled.

Their money laundering through HSBC and Deutschebank, in the form of derivitives. Once Herr Messerschmidt the CEO was arrested, the future for Det J and Betty Gordon was bleak.

But how bad could it be? The postage stamps were selling faster than hotcakes, and we were running out of pie.

And over the next few centuries, the universe had become a more peaceful place. If they hadn't met in secret, all their efforts would have been sabotaged by

must lead the 151st Space Rescue Squadron to the planet orbiting the dangerous sun in galaxy 29Q. I give you full authority to complete the mission at any cost. We cannot

I swear it. I'll risk anything to catch his golden parachute tail. I want to overdraft my way into retail nirvanna. I leaned dangerously forward grasping at the gossamer threads

And it rained, or shall I say, poured. Ideas for folding stories were everywhere, taking on a plethora of forms, served in a smorgasbord format by Tristan Tzara. Slim Whitman chose

Didn't matter, though, if you were folding stories. Purple Prof made sure there were tea and scones for everyone. That made all participants in the folding story ritual feel like

maybe they could have prevented that whole awful Napoleon situation, not to mention all those poor white mice that had died in pharmaceutical labs. But certainly,

leaped intrepidly down to the first ledge he saw. A few loose chunks were dislodged by his weight, and Cecil cringed. Maybe his boyfriend really was addicted to Pokemon Go.

Camalot. A name that was a play on her daily vigilance and her vague resemblance to JFK. She did not have a great life but it was A life and she was grateful for it. How unfair was

anted at the half-shark squire until he submitted to her request and lifted the white sheet. There lay the dead, bloodied

Disguised as ordinary citizens infiltrated the wait staff at the party. They got to know everyone's names and more. The Thai royal family vowed revenge against the ISIS agents and

The mooks running it didn't know the reason for the tears but they knew they were making them money hand over fist. Enough that they were able to splinter off from the Irish gang &

The revelers had just been to an all night rave at Lollapallooza. They should have known better than to swim after all the flashing lights blinded them. But they nonetheless tried.

The group of baboons at the Smith residence jumped for joy. Literally. The parents jumped first, then the six babies almost broke the chandelier. Mrs. Smith was not amused. "Pshaw!