Indeed, you have taught us the miraculous works that loquacity can provide. I applaud you so.

that “Feet have five toes.” Here’s the problem, though. I didn’t.

, there wasn’t anyone else. “Thanks!” said a voice, which made me scream. “For the first time since the gas chambers, I think I look acceptable- or, as acceptable as a ghost can.”

sang so sweetly that he awoke and thought he was still in the realm of dreams. "Wait, that was really poetic," he mumbled to himself. The poet scrambled for his ideas notepad.

interstate, though it was much harder to crack the local market. Around these parts, everyone already had plenty of spearmint Shepherd's Pie. They wouldn't buy ours as well.

“Look, I like my toast crispy!” she claimed, as the rampant wildfire began to spread to New England and Virginia with no signs of stopping.

“BRB, my bravest knights. TBH, I speaketh for all of the times. Attack, my knights! Attack these mobile phone-using demons who laugheth against thee!

And the wind did indeed. I was lifted off my feet and shot so fast I could feel time bending around me. I thought I’d never land. Just because the wind hated Shakespeare...

“Yeah, there might even be life on the Sun!” said Ðþæaw, president of Alpha Centauri. “That’s why we’re launching probes.”

Rudolph and Comet and Cupid, and, of course, Vixen.

appeared upon the henge, sputtering and unruly, and swarthy clouds obscured the sun. If she didn't change the valves in time, the feed to the microbial Crepuscule Tabernacles would

"The Silver Spiders of the Sky, the Golden Ads upon the Moon," the little kid thought on the way to template indoctrination. Granny Droneswarm (only $7.99 that month) interrupted;

There once was a lady with Bunions.

"Yeah, you go do that. Discuss it with your Tharsis Ridge Condo Association. You poor, controlling geezers, you." HaeBae looked at C17. "Blasted is trying too hard, isn't he?" C17

She pointed the lens of the camera at the unsuspecting duck and slowly crept closer. The duck was preoccupied with snapping up the bugs which crawled over the damp soil.

What's weirder is when another voice responds to your thoughts. You don't recognise it, so it's not one of your voices. So then how did it get inside your head?

He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the storefront window and paused to admire himself. "I look damn good," he said. "Like a sexy, stripper cowboy." He snapped a selfie and

could draw more than just rainbows and clouds. I could create worlds! Cities bustling with people, full of a million colorful things! O, the skyscrapers! The shop windows! The

Whence came these orange trees? I could come only to one conclusion: the government had finally mastered mass hypnosis via radio broadcast, and I was their first subject.

am not so much our next guest who needs no introduction, as someone who feels not just inexplicable but also unintroducible into the Dostoevskii Addams ghost garrets of the world