all the broken shards for later. Waste not want not, after all, and she never wasted anything, not even time, which she kept neatly folded in her laundry basket with her socks.

always reminded us to wear clean underwear the way mothers a wont to do. I have to admit many nights out hijinx brought us home with soiled britches. Not to mention the

But John knew the real deviant secret. The Toffee company's unethical approach to making their sweet candy that only Whole Foods sold was not the organic chocolate but

"Now I am become Cute, the destroyer of homes." The puppy scientists knew what they had achieved must be used carefully. In the wrong paws, UCC would stop humans from having sex.

, J. Fred Muggs, considered himself to be the Alpha male of the chimp prison and demanded obeisance from Bubbles. Inside Bubbles' primate heart, the hate began to grow. One night

A Pseudo Cannibal. I ate me own kind ironically. I had unknown fetishes for the ornate feet of cast iron tubs of the western frontier during Reconstruction including the Utah.

Er. I was at the Maison Michelle restaurant with friends, and I ordered coq au vin. That was my intiation into the Reservation on the Astral Plane. That was long ago! Now that

I can feel their insistent gnawing, feel my skull crumbling beneath the mass of insects. The pain grows as each day passes, until finally the swarm bursts out through my skull.

I browsed through the available programmes and chose one about the royal family of Exurbia. His royal highness King Quinn had three children and a beautiful wife, the onion queen.

belt jump to get through the Oort Clouds and out of the Galaxy, because all that the Human Race left behind was a small note, a picture that his Mother left behind of a place to go

Her favourite stores closing all at once. One was giving away everything, so she took three boxes home in her car. The other was too crowded to get at the dress she wanted for ages

The Queens fold::> We were feeling pecking one morning while holding court. We ordered a duke, I forget which one, to bring me a tart. We were not pleased by the tart he presented

somehow both a reincarnation of William Blake and a concurrent incarnation of Michelle Yeoh --tbh, not too surprising. Luckily, recently I had learned about Kardecist Spiritism and

Glyph-Cipher but you can call me Vajg. We haven't had a new girl in here in ages. Did the Motherhouse send you? I ask because we have seen some true believers. We have to see to th

ring what remained of the feast. "Ima-Ima-"stuttered the neighbor in horror, flailing uselessly at the door just as the white hot bolts of gunshot ripped through his cerebral corte

lifted off a dead priestess, & gave them to ShortRound, as the sign really read: "Whom stolen property shall be found upon, will fall prey to the Whoopie Monster". "Thanks, Indy!"

, unknowingly opening a tiny gap through which passed approximately 3 million bacteria directly from Mrs. Johnson's infected esophagus into my perfectly welcoming nasal passage.

what if he had met Echo Narcissus first. "Hey, you're Echo Narcissus. Can you say sibilance?" Of course she could say it but the asking of it did not sit well with her and she let

Which translates as: Sr. Keeble gives me a wah-wah every time he rants about the need to defend oneself against the phantoms and zombies, but I know he is correct. Sigh. Where to

He then decided to open the window to let the smell out, it was bad... Angela had already realized his profile on Tinder was not accurate, but she was desperate for companionship.