to fall into the smartphone trance, but there was someone, a certain Nicole (last name unknown), who seemed to disdain this distraction from the present. What could I steal

His frown was hidden by the bright red smile painted sloppily across his face. Was this all he amounted to? was everyone who ever walked out of his life right?

mattered, anything from the tank? He didn't pause, he didn't think. Nothing from the tank matters. You're from the tank, you don't matter Clone. He was my friend but he was BEMA32X

threshold this time was the entrance to Home Depot. So now should he and his doppelganger exchange a high-five, a fist-bump, a shoulder-bump, or pretend not to notice each other?

The purple kookaburra, however, wanted to know if the albino wallaby had intended to rhyme that riddle. Was it mocking him? Pole and goal? It seemed suspicous to him. He ruffled

Although the casinos of Vegas are more appealing, FoldCon '17 in Kessab would be a lot more fun, wouldn't it? It would keep us on our toes, not to mention it would be illegal for

Which was not fast at all. The weeks in the cramped cage had taken their toll on his legs. His muscles were atrophied. He'd used them up in jumping through the window. They caught

some neighbours over for a street party. They grilled the tomato slices on the asphalt just as Anna Russian Tomato's recipe called for. Mum improvised some roadkill as main course

-istered. King John went outside along the boulevard. He needed to get the taste of pooly cooked meat out of his mouth before anyone smelled his breath. His guards escorted him

goblins. Skeletor cackled in delight at He-Man's misfortune,"Ahahaha!" He-Man hollered, "Bonehead!" Neither noticed the livestock re-materializing at Castle Grayskull.

to a promised land. His audience was in tears. Then we heard him getting shot by Security for rapping while white. That quota had been met. The Grey Line had the in with the Blue

Stolen hearts, stolen cars, what did it matter. His wrap sheet could surround the courtroom, but she saw the gentleness underneath the gang tattoos and death glare he gave the jury

One of those hard little pellets you occasionally find at the bottom of a box of cocoa puffs.

And she pees in the ocean. She's not the girl from Ipanema.

"Ah, guilt is overrated" quipped someone in the back of my mind.. But passive aggressive.... mmm that was juicy

it up. No one will notice anyway--in fact, people will be better for it. Just blow it up, BLOW IT UP DAMMIT! Flustered and panicked, her hand fell on the round button, but nothing

"THE TRUTH is that you are sheep. I am a sheep. We are all sheep on the inside."

before kicking away from the hatch which is exactly what Janell'b'rah knew to be the right move but hadn't expected him to know. That move by Gronos would now retard the angular mo

a temporal spud event crossed the multiverse to touch this plane. The contact was brief, but profound. A deep connection was made, awareness of otherness shared. And the rift

their relationship never recovered. Decades later whenever they gathered the energy to still argue, Jack would always throw that incident in Jill's face while she would bring up