The voice came back. The one that I call Wormtongue. Always pleading for mercy. Anyway, he said he trusts you so that I should trust you too. But being from Crete I am bound to lie

Suddenly it was my turn to shine. I shot out of my chair and shouted out "Don't look Pearl." She would have already had them in sight by then. Pearl looked salaciously where she lo

the worn luster. I is for aisle seat. N is for the gnu in her shoes. E is for her crossed eyes. That Spells PAULINE. That is what We called my fat sausage machine. Her blades might

therefore I will cease to believe in bees. They are an impossible thing. I will no longer see them. not even if they are in my face. I shun thee Satan's minion. Sent to rent my so

The night she pretended to be an Emergency Room Doctor and handled 27 poor souls before the police got there and arrested her. She never finished high school. But she could see.

spitting fire in the air the wicked necromancer invoked your name. Your soul like a shadow was there. You swear that you've never seen anything like this peril but true blood will

if you love mayonasie because if you don't I hate mayonaise if you hate it too." Her idiotic announcement made up my mind for me. She would have to go. It had been 3 days of bliss

First is ROcky Horror. the second is Tantalus's Dinner for the gods. Now how about the niche that only an Alchemist could fill?

being able to eat a whole pot of bears without farting later. The almighty yankees cap once did an episode of Murder, She Wrote. That one was a pin in her hat.

was about a man who grew up on the right side of town but hooked up with a white trash RV park girl by the name of Billy Joe. How his net worth was halved in 6 months. He lost his

ways. The people began to crowd around her from the auditorium. She quickly remembered the diseases spread through contact as she was drowned in a sea of hands. Then, she accidentally

men. Even his relationship with his mother had been a strain for him. Jackie incapable of being beat poet yet there he was a beat poet haunting the streets of San Francisco.

buy a lottery ticket. If she won she promised herself she would go visit Peoria, Illinois for no reason other than she had never there. Her ex was from Peoria. He was so random.

scattered on the floor weaving a path through the apartment from the front door to the shower. She checked the clock. She had 43 minutes to get ready for tonight's date with

it was my fault, he knew and refused to pass on, even after my vain attempts of gentle religious blessings and firm exorcisms. he was my albatross, who's weight brought

the "rubberband man firework trick" or Uncle Buck's famous "Goat Brain Crawdad pinch" wasnt exactly something my dad could even do at his age, let alone without following Uncle to

it's puppertry continued, this divine being continuing to imitate a human, a person, movements one could see as gentle and questioning. i stood firm, distrustful of this presence

"heh, nights in the void dont get better than this!" a vain attempt at levity, spoken into inky black. the tight space containing the girl dampened her quip. she

an actual kiss from an angel above. this latte was going to be the thing that saved me. hell, it might even fix me. "can.. can i have one more" i stutter, before taking a sip of

to either let the public know, or to let the world die in ignortant bliss. tick tock tick, the meteor barrels forward. "sir?" a meek voice pierces the silent room. "what do we do?"