This was not ideal for me but I could live with it as long as I could still see her everyday through the meal slot of her cell in Solitary. I tried giving her an extra apple once,

found the big bulge in the Beholder's sheepskin leotard was encamped inside her mind and it wouldn't let her go. The froth there against the charred landscape was like a hoary

hildren. What the PlayBadMommy subscribers didn't realize was that I was not playacting being Medea. I was Medea and I was killing my children for real. I was not an actress. What

which Ferdinand the Timid found offensive enough to forget his timidity. Ferdinand flounced over to the little bullwrangler who was all agog because he'd never seen a bull flounce.

reached a turning point. If I stopped here, we could probably laugh it off as youthful exuberance biting at the bit. If I said the next, final, word, Grandpa & I would become enem

lack in certitude is made up by the acuteness of my imagination? Whatever it was, I had no intention of losing sight of the other might have beens. I had to stop those pages from t

is a real trooper. It has never failed to support me even though I sometimes give it a lot of shit. Like right now. It is still supporting me. Letting me take care of my business.

Overstressed steel needles in your eyeballs first thing in the morning then 23 minutes of rehash of the same old rehash they rehashed just yesterday. Then the minefield that is the

Is this an avenue we want to go down? I don't so. I liked it better at that dark one that led to that ghost saloon. I felt so cartoonish there. Two dimensional & you had my number.

tad of jealousy whenever she would come into the apartment with her favourite chinstrap 'guin, called Gunther (she was a fan of the Ice King) and her huge pink katana

it. "I do", asked Aut who'd come in why everybody else had been making fun of his paying a hitman millions of dollars to kill him when the hitman would have done it pro bono. "Gla

stumbled to catch him several times but because of all the stumbling never could. What he had to protect them from was another thing. Him. He had to protect them from himself. Also

Gorillas in the Mist. Finding your Inner Fay Wray. You wanted to read stories about women you could identify with, women who wanted to be wanted by real beasts. But you must never

or material, I am NOT! Holy Idiot is more like it except I don't believe in holy. So just call me Idiot. Anyway, there I was, my face on the Jumbotron & their eyes seeing a Savior.

That gave her pause because she could not for the life of her recall who's underpants she thought she might have been wearing if not her own. What are underpants she asked herself.

I hated her on the spot. I hate anything deemed adorable because that is never me. By the time recess over the new girl's hair was in disarray & her 2 purple bows were the garrote

already observed and taken into account. Of course, not any peasant can afford the luxury of hosting a gathering in my fine dungeon. We only provide the finest china for our guests

stained their white uniforms. The Great Leader's pet hydra regrew head after head and its deep crimson blood flooded the streets. Even though its master was dead, the fearsome

all use a nap or a break or just plain annihilation, we thought, and damn if the Daystar didn't come through. Flames lowered, groovy music, cots a-plenty. Those poor folks topside

I came home one night after a business trip got cancelled to find the rock was having a rock party in my house. There were way too many pebbles there. I had to go full on sledgeham