, who rarely sold things that Chamelea enjoyed, until he sold her the Sofa Tartan. “Yesss,” Chamelea yelped as she turned into a full-blown plaid Scottish imp with engorged booty.

But for right now she appeared to be a baby, crawling down Fifth Avenue. The people around her were too absorbed in themselves to notice a baby all alone, dressed in rompers,

Or she won't. She reserves the right to change her mind. Or not. As her conscience dictates in the crunch & the snap of the moment. The Four of us won't confound her unilaterally.

spicion of fowl breath. Sam had flunked out of Geek training because he had never been able to bite the head of the chickens off. He could get the heads in his mouth but couldn't c

k to where they shouldn't have been in the eleventh hour. But they were and it was. But every memory only has so much cohesion to make it distinct and not an iota more. When cohesi

as she crossed out 'MADE IN' and in its place wrote 'RETURN TO'. She then tossed the crystal ball aside and climbed into the box, sealing herself in. When the box was collected

d without a scratch or blemish attributes well exceeded thier margins.Vega was now they Alpha and Omega of his Era visions of powers and reign began to flutter his thought process.

othing comes to mind, why to you ask" look followed by the "and now?" look indicating her hands full with the kids. He gave her a soulful "Sorry" look. Her kundali was back to norm

. Kali's head was expansive, but the war vets that her fellow Avatar had placed there for safe keeping were too many for her to ignore. She healed their wounds and begged them to

I'll go with triangle. Triangle is a nice shape. It is also a nice musical instrument. A love triangle is not so good, though. Can I say circle, instead? Circle of life,

Obviously he was having some sort of reaction that made his tongue swell. I stabbed him in the thigh with my overpriced EpiPen and waited for a more intelligible sentence from him.

I plunk down to rest on what seems to be a leather sofa, but my hand happens to rest on what feels like a face. I am sitting on the corpse! I leap up and and brush furiously at my

-usands of clowns and no way out. This was my private circle of Heck, to be sure. I didn't know that there were any phone booths left on Earth, let alone clowns. Yet Ookie was smas

from his lips. "...and after that," Jeb continued," he goes into a subdued coughing fit that goes on and on. So where do I get the address of this parrot's previous owner?"

"WWCD?" he thought, tumbling in slow motion to the floor from the pickle slippage debacle. "What Would Clausen Do?" he repeated. "Ah-ha!" Brilliance had struck. "Snap!"

and the null fold inducer that she cobbled together from the mess hall garbage, up through the psionic band moderators that had been recently added per a fleetwide directive. XO5

Their eyes we unblinking, and shrouded in milky white, so that their original colour was barely visible. We stared over the edge of the ship, stuck in that damned coral reef,

to do some screaming in the not quite middle of the night. Weasel and Amy hated that yoke. Was it oak? Worked in magick no doubt. And her, grand-daughter of the Moon. Always the

sharpened their poop-chute pokers in anticipation of Drumpf's arrival in Heck, but his bus arrived there without him. In his place was a duck with a wad of gum stuck to his head.

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