The clouds felt heavy in the sky, black and jagged like wispy sea urchins, sparking with hate and blue fire.

"Cheswick, dear that isn't necessarily a bad thing." *She wiped her mouth with a thin napkin.* "Sometimes a moment of peace is needed," She glanced away warily, "especially now."

"What?" The woman asked incredulously, arms crossed as she stared at the man sat across from her. "What does that mean?" The man was still and silent, though sadly not for long.

When she opened them again, the beast was closer, gnarled, yellowing teeth bared in a sadistic smile. She felt a sudden rush of indignation and snarled right back, "I despise you."

"She'll be jumbling her nouns for a while, I'm afraid." the doctor reported.

heat lamp. Liquid in the vat bubbled and spat. What could my brother possible be concocting in the garage?

They much prefer things like pure steel and grass. No one likes pork chops over there.

"Detective Manatee, didn't you solve that case 50 years ago?" asked Mycroft. "Yes, of course he did, you simpleton," said Vanessa Conquest, "but I wonder why he held onto the ears

make new ones with her earwax, they already came pre-colored, though only in shades of red.

leaping upon the counter was a nice surprise to Hrengor the Beholder, who had been thinking of shutting down his interstellar food-court smoothie bistro. Hrengor blinked at the cat

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something in Punjabi. Blasted Heath pointedly ignored Bhagavan and began to sift through the pieces of the smashed object, looking one person's for clues to the murder of

The quiet is peaceful, the flowers are beautiful, the grass is soft, the moon gazes down with love, it took ages to find this sanctuary, all I ask is to maintain serenity.

Mrs. Cavanaugh had a fear of frogs, which was an obstacle to her teaching career until her grandson's classmates somehow deterred him from spritzing frog-scent in her classroom.

It's a release and a way to comment on stuff, it's a way to play, it's a way to remind, and for me also a way to learn how to write more succinctly. How about you?

"Have you noticed the second presence yet?" Granny Teressa once asked me from beyond. "No, no, but thank you for asking. I think I turned out to be kind of psi-blind, except for

"What am I doing here?" wondered Hrengor the Beholder. "Sure, I did give up slaughtering dungeon ninnies and have seen such a cosmic variety of incarnates visit my smoothie booth,

Mrs. Anderson broke her chalk against the chalkboard, perhaps because of some sudden surfacing of a bitterly embarrassing moment to which she had a strong reaction. Her students

It was under the influence of Thomas Ligotti that I entered the nearest diner; which upon reflection did seem strange, given he was not usually known for stepping out. Nevertheless

sudden flash of bright light as the previously assumed inactive nuke, detonated right in front of Sherlock's face, luckily he came prepared, Watson was a great man...