He could make out in the dawn's glow that she was blushing. This was their first time waking up as husband and wife. Last night's consummation was dwarfed by the mundane things the

I'm not surprised that she killed him. I'm surprised that it took her so long to do it. Even the best torturer couldn't have kept him alive half that time. 14 hours over a spit.

Headed towards down, I overtook Brunhilda Wasserdauttir. "Brunhilda, what are you doing on this road. Surely you belong towards up", I said to her. Then she told me this sad story.

I chugged along like the good cog that I was. I was still waiting for last week's oiling but here I was chugging away. Even a cog deserves a life every once in a while. I would squ

pass. You must come to them. When you do not respond to their entreaties they took more overt actions to get your attention. They started writing Folding Stories calling for your

rhood. From this altitude, if I hit it, the whole neighborhood is going up in flames. They broke their commitment to me by not staying the same. I was disappointed. What the hey!?

So fight won out. They cornered me at the feet of their most powerful totem. They surrounded me with their spears in my face. They couldn't shed my blood at the totem's feet. I did

I do not know if the hunger came and if it was satiated.

What I thought were screams turned out to be peals of laughter on this perfect South Texas evening. The peals came from the children two lots down taking advantage of a trampoline.

higher up the mountain, each step purposeful. He did not look at his hands, for he knew by now his skin had begun to peel off. He wanted to talk to someone.

Then I get an idea! The Water Tribe, a group from a tv show I watched when I was a child. We should recreate them. That would solve our problems!

had been placed there by an evil judge as punishment for my barn robbery (I stole a chicken because...well, we won't get into that now). I could tell that the chicken liked me, but

A brutal truth to be sure, but a necessary one. Lincoln's nonsense has sent shock waves through the reality of what must yet be. It's time to open the door and call them forth.

Hues of scarlet and cerulean seam to drip out the back of my head like the after taste of something delicious I know I won't enjoy again for a long time.

I wiped my hand across my mouth and winced. My bruised knuckles protested nearly as loudly as my bloodied lip. "A simple, 'yes' or 'no' would have worked too, you know."

The night was cold, and I had forgotten my coat. I shivered now, wishing to return home.

Loneliness is weird because you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone. I don't get it.

And yet, when the avatar FOLDINGSTAR was need the most, he vanished.

Lipgloss on. Savage pink nailpolish with clear coat on. Dog and prada on. Mustache on. YES *snap* IT *snap* IT *snap, making forming a triangle with the previous snaps* BETCH!!!!!!

As kids, we had a tea party with a bouquet of dandelion weeds from the garden. I smuggled my dad's lighter, and tried to smoke the dandelion petals, but coughed and choked and