The. Population of Sheeple freaked out on a massive scale. Their guru said it was an omen. Meanwhile, scientists who studied solar cycles were alarmed but had been long preparing

From that point on, Berlin's, "Take My Breath Away" took on a whole new meaning as she pondered the existence of dementors from her hospital bed.

Captian licked his lips. If only he could row over to the barnacles' remote island to share in eating some of that luscious stew! He peered through the telescope forlornly. "Agh!"

In the forgiving waters he found solace in knowing that Maggie would deal with the chaos, as she dealt with all the private chaotic events of the last two years. Derek sighed.

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 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 &

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

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

that homeless guy that he had glimpsed when making that last right hand turn. He was behind the benches over on the fence around the basketball court. He was to blame for my fate.

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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.

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.

. 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 ...

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.

lays in the hear to my long ass name. Gastonius Ramses III, reveals that Vivenne is really the author of Ramses Gastronomy. The mattress she trembled on went cold. The cookbook of